Derek would have been able to tell that Thomas enjoyed the touch even without his heightened senses, but the quick uptick of his heart really cemented it. Thomas was pleased by Derek's hand on his skin, in some way or another, and that was hard to ignore. It made him want to press in closer, to do it again, just to keep that look on his face. To keep that shiver running through him.

But instead he just stands there, feeling a little at war with himself as Thomas dresses. It's an entirely confusing situation, and Derek is having trouble untangling all that he's feeling.

He's staring down at the sand until Thomas clears his throat, and then he looks up with a nod. His cheeks are no longer pink, and he knocks a few grains of sand away from his beard before they head back towards the trail. Derek feels all lazy and warm still, not quite up to running, so he just walks along at a leisurely pace and looks over at Thomas with a small smile. "Did you have fun?"