"Ah, weird. That's more like it," Derek says with an amused huff. David doesn't actually seem upset with him, which is good, so Derek gives him an amused look as he sits down and opens his beer.

"Patrick was trying to get me to talk about my feelings," he offers as he pulls off his leather jacket and lays it over the back of the chair. David seems to be putting together an order, so Derek takes out his wallet and tosses a few twenties on the table to help cover the massive amount of food they'll need. "Might as well sell out the both of you."