"And why would you think that?" Derek asks, stepping into the apartment and pushing the door shut with his foot. He hands a coffee and a breakfast sandwich over to Thomas and sits on the sofa with his own. "I came to drag you outside."

He looks over at Thomas, pleased to see that he doesn't look so pale and exhausted anymore. It looks like he might have gotten some decent sleep, and Derek is glad for that. It'll take time, but they're all healing. He looks at Thomas and then pats the sofa next to him before peeling the paper away from his own sandwich. "But you have to eat first."