the jet was unusually quiet on the flight back home. the case had been brutal, dredging up memories you'd rather keep buried. you gazed out the window, tears welling up in your eyes. derek noticed the sad look in your eyes.

he moved from his seat and settled next to you, his presence warm and comforting."hey," he murmured, his voice laced with concern. "you okay?"

you shook your head, unable to find the words. derek reached out and took your hand in his, squeezing gently. "you don't have to talk if you don't want to," he said. "but i'm here."