[ Derek tilts on his heel when Tate shoves him, swaying like a sturdy tree in the wind. He doesn't smile back, but Tate being in a better mood makes the air feel clearer, and Derek feels happier as they walk. ]

I'm keenly aware of your interests in photography. Haven't jerked off to anything other than your selfies since you sent them to me.

[ Not a lie. He raises his eyebrows and keeps walking, turning a corner and tilting towards the first liquor store he finds. ]

We can do that. Gonna have to let me buy you a killer camera, though. Vintage, high end, half a thousand settings.