"That depends on how honest you can be with me," Derek replied, softly. He clasped his hands together loosely, resting them on his lap. "About what you need, what you want, and what you can do."
He rubbed one bare foot against the other. He didn't fidget, as a rule, but it was either that or do something he might regret. Like cup the boy's face. Or kiss him until he stopped lying--to himself, above all.