"Well, I don't need to be a werewolf to know that was a lie," Derek tells him gently, looking at him in concern. He knows that it's a rough time of year, and this is Bitty's first Christmas stuck here in Darrow. It might be wearing hard on him, considering just how important family seems to be to him. "Making you talk about it would be pretty hypocritical of me, so I won't. But I'm here for you, okay?"

He gives Bitty a reassuring smile and then reaches out to take the first of the two boxes, resting it on his lap. "This one first?"