Derek's hair just seemed to be different than Frypan's. Frypan was the King of Unruly Hair with follicles sticking out from places Thomas didn't even think hair could grow. Thomas much preferred how Derek looked, smelled, and well, Derek was just all around better. He missed Frypan, sure, but they'd never really been that close.

The longer they lay there, the drowsier Thomas felt. The sun had always seemed to have that effect on him, pushing him down and tucking a blanket around him like a cocoon. Eyes closed, he felt like maybe he was floating up towards the sky. His body felt light, free of the scars both visible and not.

The touch on his wrist didn't startle him. The fingers were warm and searching and Thomas wondered if he could just take Derek with him when he floated away. When the touch disappeared, Thomas allowed a sleepily smile to cross his features.

His wrist still felt warm. He still felt warm.