[ Or that. Derek shrugs with one shoulder, not entirely dismissive but not entirely not. He leans back against the wall of the building they just came out of, breathing in another chestful of smoke. It's a little unsettling, honestly, that Tate's acting like he's no different with Derek than he was with Kavinsky, but. ]

I'm not going to break your nose for wanting a candy bar in the first place, though. Has to feel a little different.

[ But it's not like he doesn't get it. It's not like he doesn't agree, to the same degree that Tate does. At the end of the day, Tate's signing away his rights, and Derek feels shitty for being a part of that. He softens, almost apologetic. ]

I just want to spend time with you, too. I don't want you to start feeling like you have to act differently around me because of this.