[ This feels like what he's used to - dirty jokes, playful banter. Fuck, Derek's actually half-tempted to play along, for once. There'd been a bit of a weight on his shoulders leading up to today, thus the nervous anticipation he had all morning, but. He feels kind of great, right now? Better than great. He got his motherfucking friend back. He got his motherfucking family back. ]

Big. Girthy. You can see that too, if you want. If you're good.

[ Which, you know, he won't be. It's Tate. Derek waits for him to finish getting his shoes back on, and when he's done, he nods in the opposite direction, walking backwards towards the woods so he can keep an eye on Tate as they go. ]

Heads up: gonna get emotional by the time we're done here. Hope you're ready.