[ Oh, those are loaf hands. Derek snorts, a little undignified, shaking his head. Been spending too much time with Stiles. It's enough of a distraction to stop him from immediately jumping down Tate's throat and telling him to shut the fuck up, because he doesn't need to do anything. That being saaaaaaaid... ]

I'm not doing this for you. I mean, I am, but - having you out here means I get to see you more, so. This is an entirely selfish endeavour.

[ But - letting Tate do things will get him over more often, too, so. He's not saying no. ]

If helping out will make you feel better, though - fine, I guess? I don't care what you do. Laundry, cooking, cleaning. Being on call for 24/7 blowjobs. Pick something.