[ Derek bats away the condom wrapper, leaving it in the dirt, too stubborn to pick it up and stash it away, but too environmentally-conscious to leave it here in the woods. He'll either pick it up when Tate's not looking or literally come back here after he's gone to take it back to the rubbish bin.

But oh, right, his shades. Derek sighs through his nose, getting more and more annoyed as this goes on, good-natured in how much he fucking hates Tate and wants him to die. He stretches his legs, lays mostly-down again, resting on his forearms as he watches Tate fuck around. ]

When I turn these on -

[ he points to the headlights, gets 'em going. ]

Everything's red. Lets me see in the dark. Like the Predator. Otherwise -

[ headlights off. ]

Normal eyes. I'm not, like, actually a dog, shit-for-brains.