[ his eyebrows raise in a genuine show of surprise, the kinds that writes itself on his face with a slackened mouth and widened eyes. he's quick to smooth the expression away, setting himself into something firmer, more steady, more like how he wants to feel when hope prickles in his chest. naturally, he's made suspicious by the offer - but less so than he would be faced with a living, breathing human. maybe that's racist. or xenophobic. but Derek is moved by how willingly she responds.
at least, until the request comes. he frowns at her, dubious. ]
You need to call someone. [ on a cell phone. deadpan, he reaches into his jacket, where his phone is kept generally neglected.
he's suspicious, yes, but it feels like a small price to pay and Derek is not exactly patient. he holds it out to her. ]
no subject
at least, until the request comes. he frowns at her, dubious. ]
You need to call someone. [ on a cell phone. deadpan, he reaches into his jacket, where his phone is kept generally neglected.
he's suspicious, yes, but it feels like a small price to pay and Derek is not exactly patient. he holds it out to her. ]