Derek leaned down, pressed a soft kiss to Isaac's forehead, his hand gentle on the boy's hair, lingering as he pulled away to fetch the glass of water.
When he returned, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that smelled of him from his run that morning, and laid them across the boy's lap as he set the glass of water on the table. "Just in case," he said quietly, and then studied his slave. "What do you need?"