"I meant last night, but this is good too," Derek says with a laugh, and he smiles when Ollie claps him on the back. They might have met under Darrow-standard circumstances, as a vigilante and a werewolf in an alley, but he;s glad they're becoming friends like this. He might not know what the hell he's doing, but he's still happy to try.

They enter the coffee shop and Derek takes in the scents, coffee on top of sugar and cologne and perfume, all these people getting ready for their day, and he raises an eyebrow at the look on Oliver's face. "What?"