Derek's nose wrinkles a bit at the looks they give him, and then he lets his gaze linger on where Patrick's hand rests on top of David's. His own hand curls tightly around his beer bottle, and he has to be careful not to crack it.
They feel for him, and for a moment Derek almost wants to tell them everything, about how a few years before Laura the two of them lost everyone, all at once, and how sometimes he feels like he's just made up of loss and hollow parts. But he doesn't, because they don't deserve that burden and there is nothing to be done about it anyway. This is Derek Hale's life: too depressing for human consumption.
"So many ribs was the correct answer," he says after a moment, doing his best to sound jovial as he tips his beer bottle toward David. "And cornbread."
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They feel for him, and for a moment Derek almost wants to tell them everything, about how a few years before Laura the two of them lost everyone, all at once, and how sometimes he feels like he's just made up of loss and hollow parts. But he doesn't, because they don't deserve that burden and there is nothing to be done about it anyway. This is Derek Hale's life: too depressing for human consumption.
"So many ribs was the correct answer," he says after a moment, doing his best to sound jovial as he tips his beer bottle toward David. "And cornbread."