"You win wolf you win. Did'ja hear that? I can't… I can't be this, but I am this. I don't want to be whatever this is. Why'd'ya run? I could've help, would've helped, you just had to ask. You said it yourself I'm not like her; I'm better than her; more human than her. If that was true what're'ya runnin' for?" "Derek please"

Derek sighs against the onslaught of I really don't want to do the things today that accompany his rise from the couch; his perfect Derek sized indent cooling the minute his ass meets the free air. Breathing a low fuck seems appropriate and is therefore done. Tuesday. The unholy second child to a week Derek does not want to have.

And perhaps it is no coincidence That Miguel And Chel Rhyme