"I know what you mean," Derek tells him, looking over and realizing how close they actually are. It feels intimate because of the water and Derek swallows hard. "I'm fine during the day, but I feel better under the moon."

Derek looks at Thomas for a moment and then pushes back, taking a deep breath and letting himself fall back into the water and float up to the surface, arms spreading out wide as he looks up at the clear blue sky. "I don't really sleep all that much."

He hasn't really slept well since the fire. Over the years he's gotten used to it. He'll catch cat naps when he can, sleep deeply when exhaustion sets in. He'll spend lazy mornings dozing in bed when he can, but sleep has always seemed like such a luxury. Or a risk he couldn't afford to take.