Derek huffs, but his mouth is full of the chips that he's already ripped into and stuffed into his face, so it takes him a moment to formulate a response. "I won't. I was just wondering if I manged to land myself a girlfriend in the future. Or a boyfriend."

If he had, the place he lives probably would have smelled like them. He thinks of that fading scent, that comforting lavender honey, and he feels a brief twist in his chest before shaking it off and stuffing more chips into his mouth.

Luke mentions Derek going back to his cabin, and he tenses a little, mouth turning down into a frown. Derek is so used to living in a full, crowded house. He's never alone and the thought of going back to that secluded little cabin and staying there all by himself doesn't really excite him. "I mean, I guess. If that's where I live. Which I still don't understand. I would hate living alone. Fourteen people live in my house back home. It's crazy, but I love it."