"Fuck," Derek growls, throwing his fist out against a nearby brick wall hard enough to make a small dent and send red dust flying. He takes a heaving breath and swallows hard, doing his best to stay calm. First Barry and now Luke, a man who may as well be his brother.

"Two days?" Derek asks, feeling dismayed that he hadn't known. Someone should have told him, or he should have sensed that something was wrong. He should have known. Reid asks him a question and Derek swallows hard, red eyes full of terror. "Barry. Uh-- my boyfriend."

Funny how this is the first time that Derek calls him that, here where Barry isn't even around to hear it, or give Derek some endearing sort of look. "He's gone."