Luke thinks about his first few days out of Idris, how jarring they had been. How difficult it was to adjust to an entirely new world, how it had smelled, the sensation of being so visible when he had spent years using concealing runes to make it so mundanes couldn't catch the slightest glimpse of him. It had been his first time out in the world without them, out in the world as a werewolf, and it had been awful.

"You'll be alright," he says again, reaching to lay a hand against the back of Derek's neck. "You'll see. Come on."