She had him there, but with Ford around to keep an eye on Sheldon, Derek had been more opportunities to walk around. "It's different. It's my job." He would do it even if it weren't, but as far as he was concerned, this was part of his duties. "I still don't get what these brothers have to do with what we're discussing."
Derek frowned. "So since I would not go along, you thought that the best way to deal with it would be to lie to me about it. And once again, I am the one who did something." He huffed and took a few step forward, before turning again. "You're worse than Cameron. Why does everything have to be so damn literal? Not with horses and hot air balloons, but like this, spending money, doing things that didn't involve training, food, sex, or the others. We sit in a room and talk. That's not doing anything close to this."
He snorted. "You're one to talk. Did you ever consider telling me about this not-dating date? Or that maybe I would have liked the chance to decide if I wanted to go out on a date, or decide what to do it on this so called date? Did it cross your mind that maybe I would have tried to do something normal for you, because you are a friend, and because I do trust you, even though it's stupid. No, right? None of that occurred to you, but you're willing to judge me for the same thing, except you're wrong again. I wouldn't ask, not because I assume to know what you'd say, but because I wouldn't ask you to live in that hellhole. You love words and culture, and trust me, saving books never crossed my mind. It's all gone, Nell. Books, computers, art, monuments. It's all destroyed. Forget about the lack of water, food, air or whatever else, you'd miss the lack of words even more, stuck underground with very little for you to do. It means... very little to me, but it means something to you. So you know what? I'm not the one making assumptions here; you are."