[ Derek just - smiles, soft and knowing. Cora used to tell him to shut up like that. Hell, Stiles still tells him to shut up like that on a daily basis. He's fond and warm and kind of wants to kiss him, right on the forehead, just to see him squirm and wipe his hand over it to clean it away. While loudly and repetitively saying gross, probably.

Tate surprises him by asking about a job, though. It comes out of left field, so he doesn't have an answer prepared, but - well - considering Derek's out of left field question yesterday was so hey what was it like being dead, it's really not half bad. ]

I mean - I can get you a job where I work, but I don't know if you'll like it. It's a mechanic's, center of the Up. We sell cars, fix 'em up. That kind of thing.

[ You know - guy stuff. Not for soft poets. Derek gets back to sawing while he talks. ]

I could pull a few strings. Get you on the sales team, so you can avoid all the hard labor. A pretty blonde like you selling cars? Teenage Derek's wet dream.

[ Which might be a weird thing to say, actually? Not a lie, but Derek stops sawing for a second like he's just hearing what he said. Weird. Super weird. Saw saw saw. ]

I don't mind vouching for you if you want to look somewhere else, though. We've got some pretty good coffee and we're right across from the museum and the aquarium, but - cars are cars.