Derek/John
Derek carried his own backpack, even with a rifle inside, but really he wasn't going to drop the pack to shoot John. He wasn't going to shoot anyone. He was fine. Whatever had happened had finished.
When they arrived, Vance talked to John for a moment. He heard Deeks' name, but otherwise didn't pay attention, going straight for John's room.
"You okay?" Brian asked.
Derek nodded. "I still don't know what the fuck happened, but yeah.'
This wasn't Brian's expertise. There were other things that he could and would do. As soon as John arrived, he kissed him. "I'm going to go and see if they need anything." By go, he meant call and text and help with whatever they needed, which turned out to be chocolate and orange juice.
Derek watched him go, before settling on John. "You okay, kiddo?" he asked with a small smile, echoing words from months ago. "I'm not leaving you. It's still me, as fucked up as I've always been."