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Right, yeah. [He's starting to feel like he's overstaying his welcome, but he doesn't want to leave, exactly, so he just hovers by the wall for a while longer. He'd like to stay until Erica kicks him out, at least.]

I guess you guys have probably spent a long time complaining about me, right? [It's supposed to be a joke, but it comes off kind of heavy.] I mean - I wouldn't really blame you. You've got a lot of material to work with.

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[Erica rolls her eyes.] It wasn't the Derek Hale Roast here all the time. You weren't around enough for me to really ... care. Isaac wanted to figure it out, he gave you a better chance than I did. I just got tired of getting shut out.

[She glances to him.] Do you want something to drink?

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[For the most part he's quiet, but he's trying not to make things too tense again. He doesn't want the atmosphere to get all stiff again, and he does find himself grinning at Erica's eyeroll despite everything. Derek really did miss that eyeroll.]

Yes. Uh - nothing alcoholic, though. If you even have anything alcoholic at your age.

[He's never really had too much alcohol in his life. Werewolves can't get buzzed, let alone drunk, so he's never felt the need, but now he's human and he's been unhealthily curious about it for a while. So. Gotta keep it away in case he's a lightweight.]

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We do... [Because back home they can't get drunk. Ever. Here the rules are bent and they are part of a black market smuggling ring. It is a nice thing to have on hand in case things get a bit uneasy.]

But I can get you water. [She moves into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the pitcher of water. She pulls down two glasses and pours them.]

There's a sun porch just past the kitchen. [She gestures.] You can take a look, if you want. You don't have to move into that wall.

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[He's never been the kind of guy to care about underage drinking (unless it goes on in his loft when he's out of town, which only happened and but he's still not over it) so he's not going to give Erica a hard time about that. He just nods in gratitude for the water and drifts idly out to the sun porch, sitting down and settling in like he owns the place.]

So, uh. [He's calling out to her from the other room, which makes him feel like a bit of an impolite dick, but hey. He's done worse to her than use his outside voice indoors.]

Is it too soon for me to ask you about your boyfriend? He's kind of a tool. [he pauses.] I mean-- he's kind of cool. That's what I meant.

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[She stops pouring when he says Sam is a tool, but continues anyway.]

Nice, Derek. [She sighs.] Sam is one of the first people I met here. He was the first person to actually try to find out who I was without knowing who I was going to be. He's always been there for me. He knows that I'm a werewolf back home. He thinks it's the coolest thing. He doesn't know what happens to me, though.

Sam is really talented, too. He sings, can play guitar, and he's a good artist.

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Really? He's talented? Huh. I thought he was kind of a ditz.

[That's mean. Derek's only teasing, but he's Derek, so all his jokes sound like veiled, aggressive insults. He seems to be aware of this, however, because he runs a hand through his hair and silently tells himself to just shut the hell up and behave better.]

The first girl I dated was a musician, actually. [he pauses.] I'm glad you met Sam. He's nice, he seems good for you.

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He's just really positive about things. Trying to see the good side of pretty much anything. [It's one of the reasons why he managed to get her to see the good in herself.]

What instrument did she play? [She brings the water out to him on the sun porch and hands him the glass.]

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Positive, sure. [Derek's trying to behave, but--] Are you sure he's positive about things and not just - naive?

[He's arching an eyebrow as if this is the only possible explanation there could be to Sam's, you know, Saminess, but damn, he's really being mean to that poor kid. Blondie makes Erica happy, he reminds himself as he sheepishly sips his water. Derek needs to stop being weirdly protective over a girl who doesn't even like him.]

She played the cello, by the way. [Talking about Paige is kind of hard, though, and he wishes he hadn't brought her up in an attempt to connect with Erica.] Other things, too. But she was playing cello when I met her.

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[She takes in a deep breath, trying to just let it not bother her.] He's not naive. I've known him for a while and I love him, so maybe you can stop with your judging. You had a bad first meeting with him, but considering who you are - you might want to think that's on you. Not him.

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Sam plays guitar and he's in Glee club, back home. They're National Champions.

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I'm not - judging, I'm just. [He's just, you know. Judging. Okay, god, he needs to settle this the hell down.] I'm just saying he seems kind of... innocent.

[At least by the standards of Derek Hale the werewolf slash murderer.]

He's in the Glee Club? [He's-- he's not laughing! He's just smiling because that's cute! Oh, jeez, Erica's probably going to kick him out in a minute.]

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[Erica is not about to discuss how not innocent her boyfriend is. She's positive that Derek doesn't want to hear anything about the things they do that aren't innocent. Instead she just crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him.]

Really? You date a cello player but I date a guitar player who sings and I'm the one with the innocent significant other?