“Christ, Derek. I didn’t need you to do that. And I’ve told Felicity before not to … Ugh, I didn’t ask for your help—” Derek’s voice echoed off the surrounding trees. “Because you’ve been around this crap for so long, you’re just accepting their bullshit even though it’s everything you told me you hated last night. It’s everything that makes you feel worthless. That’s not okay.” Derek pulled Dylan to face him. “You are not fucking worthless.”
