Derek pauses in going through a stack of jeans to turn and look at Luke while he speaks of his friend's daughter. There's obvious fondness in his tone, but he smells a little like pain. He must miss them terribly, and that's something Derek is definitely coming to understand.

"Hey, I like comic books too," Derek says brightly, grinning as he hugs a stack of clothes to his chest. "I can drag you to one of those too."

He isn't trying to trivialize Luke's pain, but maybe rather distract him from it. Or maybe he's trying to help them both, in some way. Luke may not be a dad, but he's very dad-like, and he's missing his kid. Derek's a kid missing his dad, and they're both wolves. It just makes sense to him that they should stick together, but maybe he's forcing something that isn't even there. He has no idea how Luke feels about him, not really.

Derek has always been so sure of his place, and he's suddenly realizing that he has no clue where he belongs anymore. His heart rate spikes with anxiety and he forces a smile at Luke before ducking into one o the dressing rooms. He quickly pulls on the new jeans and purple henley, pulling the sleeves up a little and looking himself over. He already looks a little more like himself and he nods, blowing out a breath as he calms down. The boots will work. He just has to wear thick socks. He doesn't need a lot, and he comes out of the dressing room wearing the new clothes.

All he needs is a few pairs of jeans and a small assortment of shirts. He stacks the clothes and carries them over to the counter, looking at Luke when he follows. "I feel kinda bad spending so much of older me's money, especially if it's only temporary."

Well, hopefully, anyway. He looks back up at Luke thoughtfully. "Maybe he can give them to a homeless shelter, or someone who needs them. I'm sure it'll occur to me anyway, but remind me, okay? Him. Whatever."