[ Derek focuses on his work, sorta listening, sorta not. He feels shitty for tripping up the dad thing, but at the same time, sort of moved that Tate's willing to talk about him with him. Just... throws him, and he dwells on maybe I get it from him a little too long. He pretends like he was just-- zoning out, and fakes snapping to attention after getting distracted by his work. ]

Wait - seriously? I fucking love Camaros. I-- the one I had back home, she-- she was brand new. I miss her so much.

[ Seriously, she was his baby girl. It's been a while, but he's still pissed the fuck off at Chris Argent breaking his window. He got it fixed, but... c'mon, man. ]

Do you... remember much more about your dad?