"Huh? Oh, right," Derek says, shaking himself a little and giving Bitty a self-conscious smile as he sits down. He forces himself to ignore the pie and then, just because Bitty seems a little down, Derek reaches over to stick the bow on top of his head.

He peels all the wrapping paper off and opens the box, letting out an amused huff when he pulls the helmet out. "And here I thought I was hard-headed enough."

It means a lot that Bitty would give him this, to try to bring Derek further into his world. Holding the helmet feels a little like high school, and he remembers carrying his beloved lacrosse helmet around everywhere. It must have melted in the fire, and he hasn't really held anything like it since.

He smiles and pulls it onto his head before turning to Bitty for inspection. "How's it look?"