Derek steps into the shop at Patrick's urging, though he keeps his shoulders hunched and his hands in his pockets like he's trying to make himself look smaller. This space should be overwhelming to Derek's nose because of all the candles and creams and carefully crafted perfumes, but he actually finds it pretty relaxing. There aren't many places that don't grate on his nerves.

"New barbeque? Are you cheating on me?" Derek asks with a quirk of a smile, feeling slightly bowled over by Patrick's easy generosity. He looks at the two of them together and feels a little like an intruder. All of his darkness doesn't need to muck up this peaceful place that they've built together.

"I don't want to interrupt your dinner," he says after a moment, shrugging a little as he removes one of his hands from his pockets to rub at the back of his neck. "I just wanted--"

He can't bring himself to finish, because he doesn't even know what to say. That he doesn't want to be alone, that he wants to just exist in their orbit for awhile? That he would actually just really love a fucking hug? No, he can't bring himself to say any of those things, so he settles on a different truth.

"I've had kind of a shitty few days," he admits, feeling his cheeks color as he looks around. "I guess I wanted to go somewhere happy."