"She had the most annoying laugh. It was so loud," Derek tells her, and he's a little surprised to feel his eyes start to burn. He blinks and takes a breath and the sensation goes away, and he manages a small smile when he looks over at Kate again. "I don't talk bout her very much. Or any of them. They deserve to be remembered by more than just me, but-- it's hard."

He tucks the photo back into his wallet carefully and shrugs. "When I was young again, it was like all my memories were refreshed. Things had forgotten are back. Stupid little things. And I'm kind of glad, you know? The city gave me something, even if they were assholes in the way that they went about it."

Maybe Kate is pack. Derek feels a bond with her, if he can tell her all this. It's been a long time since he's had someone who would just sit there and listen, and even longer since he was willing to talk.