[Tate steps away and it's hard to tell if he's relieved (he sort of is,) or annoyed at Derek taking over. He wants to contribute here but for a seventeen year old dead kid who grew up with a privileged suburb life? Well, shit. He'll take over more for the painting and simpler tasks. He drags his backpack closer, and fishes out a notebook.]

Speaking of paper, I drew out some ideas. Not sure what you've already got planned but... at least I know I can do math. Maybe make some sort of finalized drawings or something? Based off of what we talked about yesterday.

[He flips through, then shows Derek a few drawn plans; sitting down in the dirt and watching Derek saw away.]

Tv'd be pretty sick but yeah, let's... let's make the rest happen first.