[Tate doesn't want to get into it, not now - not yet. He wouldn't do the story justice with how worked up he is, blindly forgetting the smaller details and more prone to blurting out facts without putting them through a strategic filter in his own head. He grapples with this before feeling relief when it's apparent he doesn't need to yet elaborate and instead just - grimaces at the idea of a hospital, almost ready to pull back against Derek's hand and walk away.
One long exhale and he comes back around to focusing on Derek, swallowing hard against the feeling of Derek's palm against the side of his neck and letting the harsher and more corrosive feelings that have conquered his head start to ebb away. It only opens the floodgates for the other feelings, the pressed feeling - the sad, emotional spark of tears to his eyes. He shakes his head, but ultimately:]
I know. I will, I don't want to go back.
[Not yet. He knows he has to, regardless of what happens tonight. Where he stays for a day or seven, he'll ultimately end up back there where his belongings are. Where his bed is. Where Kavinsky's hoard of drugs is ensnared in a web designed to catch him too. He's Kavinsky's property until July.]
I don't want to go back.
[He reiterates before starting to hunch forward, pressing his forehead against Derek's chest and - allowing that defense to fall. He lets him in, tension still in his neck but his fingers curl against Derek's shirt and he exhales hard with his head bowed - putting trust in Derek, for now.]
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One long exhale and he comes back around to focusing on Derek, swallowing hard against the feeling of Derek's palm against the side of his neck and letting the harsher and more corrosive feelings that have conquered his head start to ebb away. It only opens the floodgates for the other feelings, the pressed feeling - the sad, emotional spark of tears to his eyes. He shakes his head, but ultimately:]
I know. I will, I don't want to go back.
[Not yet. He knows he has to, regardless of what happens tonight. Where he stays for a day or seven, he'll ultimately end up back there where his belongings are. Where his bed is. Where Kavinsky's hoard of drugs is ensnared in a web designed to catch him too. He's Kavinsky's property until July.]
I don't want to go back.
[He reiterates before starting to hunch forward, pressing his forehead against Derek's chest and - allowing that defense to fall. He lets him in, tension still in his neck but his fingers curl against Derek's shirt and he exhales hard with his head bowed - putting trust in Derek, for now.]