"I'm bossy most days," Derek assures him, and then raises a skeptical
eyebrow. "Whatever you say, Thomas."
Derek likes meat and fruit, and bread, but it's vegetables that he has
trouble with. He tries to make sure that he gets some at least once a day,
but he often turns his nose up at anything green. He can remember Laura
stomping her feet when they were little, crossing her arms and huffing at a
bowl of greens.
I'm a wolf, mom! Wolves don't eat salad!
He smiles at the bittersweet memory and takes a sip of his coffee before
settling back into the booth, hooking his ankle around Thomas' without
really thinking about it.
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"I'm bossy most days," Derek assures him, and then raises a skeptical eyebrow. "Whatever you say, Thomas."
Derek likes meat and fruit, and bread, but it's vegetables that he has trouble with. He tries to make sure that he gets some at least once a day, but he often turns his nose up at anything green. He can remember Laura stomping her feet when they were little, crossing her arms and huffing at a bowl of greens.
I'm a wolf, mom! Wolves don't eat salad!
He smiles at the bittersweet memory and takes a sip of his coffee before settling back into the booth, hooking his ankle around Thomas' without really thinking about it.