She made a childish, grumpy face at him, but got up, smearing at the tears. Pushing her hair out of her face, shoulders still tense, she began to explore around for the bathroom. Maybe if she was good enough, he wouldn’t be angry at her any more.
Derek sat back on the couch with a long breath escaping his chest. He definitely thought this was going to be easier than it was. He wasn’t one that was easily comfortable with taking care of others. “I’ll be out here,” he called out to her.
She found the bathroom, and then a thought occurred to her, so she came back to him and pointed to her shirt, lifting the shoulder at him.