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[confiscated]

Then you have to tell them that.

[Tate says, having wriggled out of his shirt but more or less left his pants to Nick's mercy - button also undone as he pulls his last arm free of his t-shirt and abandons it somewhere overhead. He exhales long and slow, lolling his head to the side and staring up at Nick with dark brown eyes, void of any particular emotion on his face. He's just - looking at him.]

If they're trying to take care of you, it means they care. But if you just ignore things, it'll just... keep feeling this way.

[Where solutions like what they're doing as an escape are the apparent best choices. He gives a weak shrug.]

I promise I won't treat you like that.

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Feeling what way.

( nick isn't angry, but his tone sharpens a little and he watches tate right back, very still. the conversation has been short but he already feels like he's losing control of it, and he doesn't know how to shut it down without drawing attention to the fact that that's exactly what he's doing.

except, he could. it doesn't matter, tate's already seen the cracks, he probably wouldn't believe an elaborate lie anyway. and it's not like he's put up a fight about anything up until this point. nick sighs, stands, feet still planted either side of tate's legs. it's only so that he can drag off his pants anyway, pulling one foot out before he drops back down to his knees. he's basically naked now, and there isn't a shred of evidence that anything even happened earlier. )

Don't you dare. ( it comes out harsher than he means it, paired with a tight expression that isn't quite a frown as he runs his hands along tate's arm again. ) I'm not going to break, if you start pulling that shit—

[confiscated]

I won't. I promise, I know you're not made of glass.

[Tate reiterates his point, staying still as he watches Nick moves and tries to get a read for the moment. He's not sure how far into this conversation they should veer before returning to good old fashioned physical distraction, but he's trying to meet any needs Nick might have on both fronts. He breathes in deep, holding it for a second before exhaling. He stays calm, head lolled back.]

It's up to you to tell people off, if you need to.

[Otherwise you'll feel this way, with people treating you different than before.]