He holds her while she cries, and he feels helpless. It isn't a particularly new feeling, but it doesn't get any easier. All he can do is press his lips to her forehead and rub his hand up and down her back. "I wish that too."
But they aren't coming back, and if they do, he doubts they'll remember them. There's evidence enough of that with Lydia and Emma. He doesn't say any of this out loud, but he feels it. There's a chill in the air and Derek hooks his arms under her shoulders and knees, lifting her easily and cradling her against his chest. "Let's go inside, okay?"
The last lingering customers have left, and Derek carries her over to the door, holding her easily in one arm as he locks it, and then grabs a bottle of whiskey and some wolfsbane ale before going over to the booth in the corner. He slides into it backwards and pulls Sookie back into his lap. He feels like he can't let go of her, and that might be as much for his own benefit as it is for hers.
He never got to have this. No one ever held him after Stiles disappeared. And now, he and Sookie can comfort each other. She smells like sweet honeysuckle and sunshine and Derek presses his nose into her hair, closing his eyes and just breathing in the scent of her. There's a lump in his throat so big he can't speak, and his eyes sting as he squeezes them shut tightly.
"I'm here, okay?" He whispers quietly, voice wavering with emotion. He knows that he's no substitute for Sookie's brother or anyone else that she's lost. He's nothing special, but he's here. And he isn't going to leave.
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But they aren't coming back, and if they do, he doubts they'll remember them. There's evidence enough of that with Lydia and Emma. He doesn't say any of this out loud, but he feels it. There's a chill in the air and Derek hooks his arms under her shoulders and knees, lifting her easily and cradling her against his chest. "Let's go inside, okay?"
The last lingering customers have left, and Derek carries her over to the door, holding her easily in one arm as he locks it, and then grabs a bottle of whiskey and some wolfsbane ale before going over to the booth in the corner. He slides into it backwards and pulls Sookie back into his lap. He feels like he can't let go of her, and that might be as much for his own benefit as it is for hers.
He never got to have this. No one ever held him after Stiles disappeared. And now, he and Sookie can comfort each other. She smells like sweet honeysuckle and sunshine and Derek presses his nose into her hair, closing his eyes and just breathing in the scent of her. There's a lump in his throat so big he can't speak, and his eyes sting as he squeezes them shut tightly.
"I'm here, okay?" He whispers quietly, voice wavering with emotion. He knows that he's no substitute for Sookie's brother or anyone else that she's lost. He's nothing special, but he's here. And he isn't going to leave.