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Derek inclined his neck to the soft lips on his neck. He craned his head to see who it was, and smirked at who he saw. “Summer,” Derek said, “how long have you been there for?”
“Just thinking,” Derek frowned, “You know, just about things.” He stared down at his hands, clearly attempting to go back into his thoughts.
“You wanna talk about it?” It’s a stupid question; Derek /never/ wants to talk about it, but it’s also a reflex to ask. She peered at him, upside-down.
“Can we move onto another topic please?” Derek dropped his head into his hands, “It’s just- I’ve been thinking about what family I have left. I have no-one, family that is, that can help me.”
“Oh,” she said quietly. Scrambling fully over the back of the sofa, she put her arms around his shoulders and kissed his hair. “I know it’s not much, but I’m here.”
“Thanks Summer,” Derek smiled and laid his head on her lap, “You know, you should probably come around more often.”
“I don’t want to be a bother. I figure if you want me you’ll let me know.” She ran her fingers through his hair, coaxing out tangles.