Between what makes us human and what doesn't, she says and a part of him wishes he felt comfortable pointing out to her that he isn't human and seldom feels it. That's a dangerous game, though, and depressing at that. Derek keeps it to himself.

"Ah okay, well maybe I should look into it, then. And hopefully I'll hear more soon, in that case, since you're going to leave me hanging like that," he jokes.

Now that they're back on their feet and she's got her things together, Derek's struggling for a reason to keep talking to her without coming across as creepy or annoying. He's coming up a little short. "Can I walk you home?" he offers. He winces again and smiles, shaking his head. "That's weird, right? Forget it," he says, scrubbing at his chin with one hand and having the grace to look embarrassed. They're not on a date, what the hell is he thinking? No wonder he only attracts lunatics.