Derek notices the slight ease in er muscles. It's a good sign and he lowers his gun just a few inches. He listens to the two, catching everything and trying to connect dots between things he didn't know. "No one can be fixed. Trust me, I know." God did he know. Sometimes he thought h needed to be fixed with how screwed up he was, things that had happened, things he had done. Then he had to work it out and remind himself to move forward.

"Reid's a good guy. Let him help you move forward. Be strong, Faith. I know it's hard. But take the stronger path, the harder one. Not the easy one." Preaching to the choir. But if Faith knew anything about him, which she didn't, she would know he was being honest. He wasn't sure sincerity and genuineness would get through to her right now... not with that look in her eye. That made him nervous. "Let him go. Let him go, Faith."