[ How many times has Derek been at this crossroads in his life? To turn tail and get the fuck out of dodge or else try and connect to someone new in his own shambling, frustrating way. Jughead's telling him to just call next time and it would be easy for him to nod, shrug, take it as a dismissal and treat it as such. Wrap this up, after having made himself known and having asked questions that didn't lead anywhere new. Go home. But - man.

"I'll keep an eye out". Derek might like him.

He looks back towards the window - just a few steps away, if he wants to bail. He doesn't want that, he thinks. He thinks he might like to get to know Jughead on his own merits, rather than just as some random dude wrapped up in Tate's life, so despite the fact that he's still technically trespassing somewhere he isn't welcome, he zeroes in on low pay shit jobs and doesn't really notice the earnest concern in his own voice when he finds it. ]

You're not happy about where you work? Or - registration, for that matter? [ Derek's frowning, something in his posture shifting away from being so guarded. ]

I quit my job. The one they assigned. So - I get that. I can relate. [ There's hesitation again, but: ] I live in the woods. And... underground. Places like that.