"Some of us are just lucky, I guess," Derek says with a laugh, finishing off his own sandwich and getting up. Thomas walks away from the table and Derek rolls his eyes and grabs his sandwich, heading for the kitchen. "Don't leave stuff like this out. It could make you sick."

He wraps it up and puts it in the fridge and grabs two bottles of water out before turning on his heel and raising an amused eyebrow. "Gonna kick my shucking ass, huh? Big words, Thomas."

Derek laughs a little and bounces on his feet a little like he's psyching himself up. "Go get dressed then. You're on."