[Derek looks down to his bruised hand, stretching his fingers out and then flexing them back into a fist a few times. A punching bag had been right there. But he'd wanted it to physically hurt so that it overshadowed the hurt inside. And it did, momentarily.
He looked back up and gave her a small grin that didn't reach his eyes.] More of a hitter. You got a temper on you, Kitty?