"No, I'm fine back home, it's just-- everything is different here," Derek says quietly. "I've only ever known one place."

He gets up and grabs Luke's tray once they're both finished, looking around with a slight pout as he dumps their contents into the trash and sets them down. He smells the ocean here, but it's different than the Pacific. Absolutely nothing is familiar, not really, and Derek swallows hard as he turns to look at Luke with slightly slumped shoulders.