Don't care. I know how long you can go without eating when you're going through something. I don't know if you're... taking care of yourself, or... if you're gonna get sick, or...
[ Or anything else like that. Derek's gonna stay pretty stern about this, for at least another five or six seconds. Tate's asking for his help, and Derek doesn't want to just cave and stop talking about what they're talking about, but.
Whatever. He leans on the counter by Tate, giving him his attention. The request makes him frown a little, looking at Tate's curls for a second, then back down to his eyes. ]
I... can help you. But - I mean - I like your hair like this. It's...
[ It's... well, Derek doesn't end up saying whatever he thinks of Tate's hair. He just trails off, looks away. Looks back. Looks at the pasta. ]
If I cut your hair, and if I don't make you finish all this - will you promise to let me make you something the next time you get hungry?
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[ Or anything else like that. Derek's gonna stay pretty stern about this, for at least another five or six seconds. Tate's asking for his help, and Derek doesn't want to just cave and stop talking about what they're talking about, but.
Whatever. He leans on the counter by Tate, giving him his attention. The request makes him frown a little, looking at Tate's curls for a second, then back down to his eyes. ]
I... can help you. But - I mean - I like your hair like this. It's...
[ It's... well, Derek doesn't end up saying whatever he thinks of Tate's hair. He just trails off, looks away. Looks back. Looks at the pasta. ]
If I cut your hair, and if I don't make you finish all this - will you promise to let me make you something the next time you get hungry?