Derek is so grateful for all the help it got today. Hild and Thomas both came over early to help out, but he knows that Bitty has been baking for days. He was here first thing this morning, and Derek doesn't know what he would have done without him.

After dinner, he sees Bitty at the bar pouring himself a drink, and Derek feels the urge to touch him. A hand on his shoulder, or on his waist, just some point of contact. He walks up to him but remembers what Bitty said about going on a date, and how happy he's seemed, and there's an odd sort of sinking feeling in his belly as he steps up next to him and rests his hands on the bar instead.

"Thanks again for everything," Derek tells him, smiling softly. "I hope you got your fill."