Trust...so easily lost and so difficult to earn. It's funny how that works. Derek's learned that trust only leads to pain and suffering and usually that pain and suffering begins with someone he cares about being hurt or worse. So no, he isn't going to trust these two other men when he doesn't know enough about them to even begin to try. He remains still because he knows from the body language of the other boy — who is reminding him an awful lot of Isaac early on in their relationship — that to make a sudden move will cause panic. He doesn't have to have Adam's memories to understand what's going through his head at the moment.
Adam says he won't say anything and Derek nods but he doesn't respond. He doesn't believe that for a second, but there's not a whole lot he can do about it if he's right in his suspicion. If Adam is going to tell, then he's going to tell. Short of making him keep his mouth shut, which really isn't Derek's way these days, there's not a damn thing he can do other than ask and hope for a little bit of discretion. Either way, he's not willing to share what he saw from Adam's life. There's nothing to be gained from it and even if there was, it doesn't pose a threat to anyone Derek cares about. Adam can have his secret.
Hopefully, he means it, and Derek can have his, too.
"You two won't see me anymore," he reminds Adam as the other man stands. Derek looks up at him but isn't surprised to see that the glance is not being reciprocated. "I'm not going to hurt anybody," he adds, frowning. He wants very badly to get up and leave right then but getting up means moving and moving means suggesting to a wounded animal that the predator is not finished batting around its prey. So he sits. "I'm sorry you had to see what you saw. And I'm sorry I saw what I did. Probably better if we both just try to forget." Derek's foot taps slightly under the table, a fidgeting tic he stops almost as soon as he starts. "You'll probably have a better day if you're not reliving my nightmares all afternoon, after all."
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Adam says he won't say anything and Derek nods but he doesn't respond. He doesn't believe that for a second, but there's not a whole lot he can do about it if he's right in his suspicion. If Adam is going to tell, then he's going to tell. Short of making him keep his mouth shut, which really isn't Derek's way these days, there's not a damn thing he can do other than ask and hope for a little bit of discretion. Either way, he's not willing to share what he saw from Adam's life. There's nothing to be gained from it and even if there was, it doesn't pose a threat to anyone Derek cares about. Adam can have his secret.
Hopefully, he means it, and Derek can have his, too.
"You two won't see me anymore," he reminds Adam as the other man stands. Derek looks up at him but isn't surprised to see that the glance is not being reciprocated. "I'm not going to hurt anybody," he adds, frowning. He wants very badly to get up and leave right then but getting up means moving and moving means suggesting to a wounded animal that the predator is not finished batting around its prey. So he sits. "I'm sorry you had to see what you saw. And I'm sorry I saw what I did. Probably better if we both just try to forget." Derek's foot taps slightly under the table, a fidgeting tic he stops almost as soon as he starts. "You'll probably have a better day if you're not reliving my nightmares all afternoon, after all."