Derek loses himself in the hug, just a little, holding onto Thomas while taking in his scent. He smells earthy and warm, and Derek finds comfort in it as he wraps his arm more securely around Thomas' shoulders for a moment.

They're both touch starved, eager for any genuine affection, and part of Derek is sure that they could lose some time in this, so he manages to pull away. He claps his hand on Thomas' shoulder and then turns to kick off his running pants, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs as he heads for the surf. "Come on, then."