[ Derek likes long hair. That's all. Tate pulls on his curls and Derek doesn't let it show on his face, but man, what a waste this is gonna be. Oh well. ]

Okay.

[ A few nights together doesn't mean they're better, and this sure as shit doesn't mean Derek's going to sign Tate's name to the ledger. Tate hasn't done a thing to earn either of those things. It's just - peace of mind, for Derek, knowing that someone he (maybe foolishly) cares about won't spend every fucking night with a needle in his arm, or whatever dumb, desperate shit he does when Derek's out of sight. Feels like he's even more at risk of that kind of thing, now that Peter's gone.

Shit - okay. Derek sighs, pointing his thumb to the bathroom. ]

Finish eating. I'll get my kit. We can cut your hair when you're done. You're gonna want a buzz cut, right? Just - completely bald up there?