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 refilled the mug, gulping the milk with evident enjoyment, and followed Derek around the kitchen. She watched him cook with curiosity, sniffing at everything and poking at ingredients. It felt vaguely familiar, but not enough. She frowned slightly, pushing at it, wishing for more memories.
Derek watched her poke around and walk practically on his heels. Isaac seemed to be enjoying himself as he woke up more. “Derek, you’ve got a little shadow,” he teased and Derek grinned. “Nothin’ wrong with tryin’ to get back into the swing of things.”
Summer took a handful of shredded cheese, meant for the eggs, and dumped it over Isaac’s head before darting out of reach. She liked the way teasing made her feel. Them picking on her, her teasing back, it felt right. The fact that it was three of them, that felt right too.