Derek can't help but to smile when Barry seems torn between him and the food, and he slowly slides his hand up and down Barry's side while he finishes off his sandwich. He heaves himself off of the bed to take the tray and huffs out a laugh. "I imagine it'll be much the same, but with more kissing. And eating."

He's looking forward to spending the day with Barry, keeping him close and watching him heal. It's been a long two weeks and Derek has barely slept, but he thinks he will tonight. Now that Barry is safe.

"Okay, now it's time for steak. For both of us," Derek says, patting his own stomach when it growls. He had sort of forgotten about his own wounds in caring for Barry, and he's suddenly ravenous. "Big, thick, juicy steaks. And potatoes."

He nods and leans over to give Barry another kiss before leaving the bedroom. It's hard to be away from him at all right now, but fortunately Derek has gotten this particular meal down to a science. Before long, he has two plates ready to go, each with a big rare steak and piles of potato and vegetables, and he balances them along with two glasses of milk and some silverware on the tray as he heads back into the room and knocks on the open door in case Barry is asleep.

"Okay, this should satisfy even your appetite for a little while," Derek says with a smile, carefully walking across the bed on his knees and setting the tray down. "Because I don't really plan on leaving this bed again for a few hours."