Giving her hand a little squeeze when she takes his, Derek hopes that he's reassuring her that, yes, the advance is welcome and comforting. He huffs a humorless laugh and cocks his eyebrows. "Yeah. As long as I'm making The Computer happy," he grunts back.
He doesn't like it any more than she does, that's for sure, but he wants food. If he wants to get it consistently, then he needs to make sure the Computer has a reason to give it to him and as Derek has zero interest in being promoted into the next ugly ass jumpsuit, making the Computer believe everyone in RED needs food daily is the only way to achieve that result. So he has to try. It's a selfish reason to do something for the greater good, but nobody ever said Derek Hale was selfless, least of all Derek himself.
"Don't worry," he tells her, shaking his head. "I'll just turn in my results in a confession booth like I did the proposition and hope for the best. I won't make you endure it with me," he says, a little grin tugging at the corners of his mouth before he nudges her shoulder with his own.
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He doesn't like it any more than she does, that's for sure, but he wants food. If he wants to get it consistently, then he needs to make sure the Computer has a reason to give it to him and as Derek has zero interest in being promoted into the next ugly ass jumpsuit, making the Computer believe everyone in RED needs food daily is the only way to achieve that result. So he has to try. It's a selfish reason to do something for the greater good, but nobody ever said Derek Hale was selfless, least of all Derek himself.
"Don't worry," he tells her, shaking his head. "I'll just turn in my results in a confession booth like I did the proposition and hope for the best. I won't make you endure it with me," he says, a little grin tugging at the corners of his mouth before he nudges her shoulder with his own.