"There's no rush," Derek assures him, turning his head so that Barry can see the sincerity in his expression. "I'm not going anywhere."

What matters most is that Barry heals, both physically and mentally, and Derek is relieved to see that it might not be such a long road. Barry has been through so much, broken time and time again just like Derek has been, but he still smiles so easily. He doesn't seem surprised by the sound of his own laughter, not like Derek was for so long. He admires Barry so much for that.

Derek takes Barry's hand and kisses his palm, nuzzling into it and breathing in his scent. He curls his fingers around Barry's wrist and once again takes his pain, relieved that it seems to be lessening. He smirks against the inside of his wrist and gives him a dry look. "As long as I get to sniff you."