Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She put her hands up to her face and blew a raspberry, one of the few noises she could still make easily. She didn’t even know why she couldn’t speak, just that any sound involving her vocal cords just … didn’t happen.
Just to be really irritating, because she was put out by the way her good morning mood had been ruined, she blew a raspberry on Isaac’s back, and then Derek’s stomach. Then she flounced out of the bed.
Derek chuckled, laughing as Isaac was ‘attacked’ and then jumped as he was in turn. He watched her get out of the bed and sighed, settling back. Isaac just mumbled, disgruntled by all the interruptions, and snuggled up to Derek.
Turning on her heel, Summer stamped off to take over Derek’s bathroom. She was just annoyed enough not to care that she had nothing to put on afterward, and made a valiant attempt at using up all the hot water, too.