[ Derek's pensive as he watches Tate eat, tearing through it all so easily. He should have done this sooner. Should have pocketed better food from the cafeteria and smuggled it over to him before he had to ask for it. Poor kid must be famished. ]

Just saying. Find a hole in a wall and stash it all in there. Pull a brick out of a fireplace, or something.

[ He tears his eyes away from Tate just to act as a better sentry, keeping an eye out for anyone that might intervene and take all of Tate's shit away before he gets a chance to really enjoy it all. Derek's stomach aches, but he's not going to ask for any food. ]

Everybody been treating you okay?

[ The guards, the doms, the other subs. There is... a lot of opportunity for Tate to be treated poorly. ]