[Tate watches every little response, ready to read into it as rejection so predictably that he looks so damn relieved when Derek reassures him the day after is fine. He needs time away from Tate but he leaves the door open and Tate nods, looking almost too satisfied with that. Like in the snap of Derek's fingers, Tate's happy again beneath the mask of tears and blotchy faced sadness.]
Okay. I'll... I'll talk to you later then.
[Derek brings up the full moon and rather than leave it just at that, Tate looks back up at him with a softer look. He doesn't know what it means other than the few things he's gathered, but he can extrapolate from there. This was supposed to be the day he decided whether or not to be bit. It's a big day. Important. Dangerous?]
[ Would it be petty, Derek wonders, if he said you too. If he responded to Tate's genuine display of concern with something sarcastic and biting about how Tate needs to stay safe, too, under this stupid fucking idiotic decision he's living his life by. For a second, he looks at Tate like he... genuinely wants to say something. Genuinely wants to take a shot.
Ultimately, he says nothing. He just - needs time away. Needs to burn himself out, through running and anger and physicality instead of-- fucking-- drugs. He looks at Tate, bites his tongue, and...
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Okay. I'll... I'll talk to you later then.
[Derek brings up the full moon and rather than leave it just at that, Tate looks back up at him with a softer look. He doesn't know what it means other than the few things he's gathered, but he can extrapolate from there. This was supposed to be the day he decided whether or not to be bit. It's a big day. Important. Dangerous?]
Be... be safe, okay?
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Ultimately, he says nothing. He just - needs time away. Needs to burn himself out, through running and anger and physicality instead of-- fucking-- drugs. He looks at Tate, bites his tongue, and...
Then he's gone. ]