[Tate closes his eyes for a beat, like a dog enjoying the feel of Derek's hands on his neck before blinking open his eyes to look up at him. He nods, casting a glance upward to the trees with wary tension in his face. Because, you know, he just fucking fell from there and he's not scared of going back up by any means however...]

All my shit's up there still. Can you... get it for me? We can stay down here, or whatever. But I just can't climb back up yet.

[And he's determined not to abandon the project.]

I'm okay.