Taking the cue, Derek shifts aside the covers still hanging loosely over him and pushes himself up out of the bed, following her lead through the apartment and to the kitchen.

He may have explained a little the previous day, but there are a lot of questions he wants to ask, that he feels he should ask, even if she doesn't want to talk about them. There are things she needs to know, of course, but if she's staying then he needs to know what she's leaving behind. Or, as the case may be, what she's left behind and if he's worth it.

The kitchen isn't much, but it's functional, hidden away off the main space of the loft. He opens the fridge door and sifts through the contents, finding eggs and milk and grabbing some flour from a cupboard that he puts down on the side for her along with a bowl. And then he starts working on the coffee.

"What about your pack?" She doesn't have to answer if she doesn't want to, if she's not ready to delve into it, and he won't push it if she's not. But he remembers the tales of her alpha, so far from what his mother was that he could never warm to him, and although he doesn't directly ask, he's noticed she's not brought up her father once.