"You're not a small man," Luke agrees with a laugh, then follows Derek out the door, locking it behind him. His truck is parked alongside the store and he heads down the stairs, unlocking both the doors for them before he climbs behind the wheel and starts the truck. There are times when he thinks about how strange it is that he has this here, this same truck he's been driving for years, the truck that had once smelled like Jocelyn and Clary, their shampoo and art supplies. The scent is fading now, the average man wouldn't be able to smell it, but he can still catch it if he breathes deeply enough.

They're still here, but they're fading. There really isn't much he can do about that.

"Clothes first and then the cabin?" he asks as he pulls out onto the road and waits for Derek to tell him where to go.