Derek's place: Derek/Marta
Things could have gone better. Sitting on her bed with her back against the headboard, feeling like her throat was closing around itself, she thought about telling Derek that they'd talk later, but the other woman was there before she could, holding glasses of water and some grapes. Marta attempted to give a smile, but it was wavery at best, her eyes bright with the fight to keep herself from crying.
Which made her very glad when Derek started with a topic that was easy to talk about. "G-ood." She wanted to say how they were settling in, how sometimes she was able to bring them out of their hutch to let the wander over her comforter. She wanted to give her thanks again for the gift of them and all their related things. But the words caught on the painful stone in her throat, even as she accepted the glass from Derek with unsteady hands.