[ Makes it a two way street. Derek laughs, a little too loud in the black of the night, but - only because he's shy. He scratches his cheek, stops looking at Tate, and he polishes off his burger, scrunching up the onion-riddled wrapper and throwing it to the other end of the platform. He takes another drink, then puts that down too, wiping his mouth clean. ]

Shut up.

[ But he nudges Tate in the side, vying for his attention. ]

I will. And - just - know that I always have your best interests at heart? I might fuck up sometimes, but your happiness and wellbeing is always going to be my bottom line.