[ Derek doesn't know what he's done not to earn Tate's trust, but... if it's a two way street, it's a two way street. He wants this to be fixed, one way or another, and they've... they've gotta get there, somehow. Derek looks at Tate, watching him blow off the rest of their conversation, and honestly, it's for the best. They used to dump all their feelings out on one another at once and it led to some pretty ugly places, so maybe doing these little bites of conversation over the next few weeks is the only way to get through all this with civility. ]

... Yeah.

[ Tate's food is done, and Derek doesn't really know what to do with it, now. He strains the pasta, fucks with the sauce, does everything he needs to do, and he dishes up a plate full of food. He... puts it down in front of Tate, but he knows it probably won't go anywhere. ]

Still want you to spend the night here, if that's... the call you want to make. Just - promise me you'll try to eat something.