Derek snorted at that, because of course Scott didn't.
He moved around the kitchen, obtained a loaf of fresh baked bread and sliced a few thick slices for sandwiches, then moved back to the counter to assemble the sandwiches, layering meat and cheese with lettuce and tomato.
"You don't need to be ashamed," he said, quietly, his voice firm, brooking no argument. "If anyone makes you feel ashamed, you come see me, understood?"