But normally we would be able to tell it was, y'know. Us. [ Each other, whatever. This close, he recognizes Derek's scent, his heartbeat, his footsteps. They're going to have to find some way to compensate in this half strength - and it probably is half strength, too, half everything.

Frowning at the attitude, but not scolding or calling Derek on it, because this is stressful and he gets it, he draws the suitcase up to his chest. It doesn't feel like it weighs much, but it's heavier than anything. It's a kind of weight that the blood money had, something beyond physical. They need to do something with it, soon.

Scott does reach a foot out, lightly kicking Derek in the leg. A companionable gesture, a reminder. He knows. Derek has, really, always been there. ] I got eyedrops to treat red eyes, too. So someone thinks they're hilarious in two very different ways.