Derek smells Hild as she approaches, and threads his fingers through hers when she takes his hand. She still isn't speaking, and while Derek knows she can't do this forever, and while he misses the sound of her voice and the way she talks, he knows what it's like to need space. He doesn't push her, and she just squeezes her hand and smiles over at her.

"I like the jacket," Derek tells her, wondering vaguely if he influenced that particular wardrobe choice at all. He leans over to kiss her temple and then pulls back to look at her. "Did you get enough to eat?"