Derek manages to smile a little, eyes going soft and hooded as her fingers slide through his hair. He enjoys the touch and takes comfort in it, and he swallows hard as he keeps his arm wrapped around her waist. "Don't worry about it. Do you have any idea how quickly I go through shirts? I buy them in bulk."

He laughs a little and reaches up to slide her hair out of her face with his thumb, tucking it behind her ear and cupping her cheek gently. "I'm here for you, okay? Me and my shirt."

Her eyes look like they hurt and Derek pulls at that pain, taking any physical ache she may be feeling from her. He wishes his powers worked on heartache, but this is all that he can do.

"I think we could both use a drink, huh?" He keeps one arm around her waist, holding her on his lap as he reaches for a bottle. They both have pour spouts on them, and he fills one glass with whiskey and hands it over to Sookie before pouring some of the wolfsbane liquor for himself. He lifts the drink and gives her a wry, sad smile as he clinks their glasses together and knocks back a big gulp. It makes him wince slightly, the herb making him burn, but it passes quickly enough.

"We're going to be okay, Sookie," he tells her, and he means it. They have to be, because there isn't another choice.