"I can read," Derek started, but instantly felt his inside recoil. He wasn't really mad at Deucalion. He knew he had reason to be, but a part of him wanted the same thing as everyone else, a chance to just move on from whatever they had left, to find their own corner of peace. As much as Derek wanted that, it seemed that as soon as he was beginning to feel it, everything started happening again. "I think it's difficult for everyone." Expecting his father to be the perfect image of calm seemed like a goal he couldn't reach. It did make him wonder how his mother would react.
Derek turned his head, looking at Deucalion for a few long seconds. "You can't be sure of that." How could he? Unless Peter or Cora had told him things. He doubted it, they had never been close with Deucalion's pack, even before everything had happened. He was merely another pass through, someone his mother invited to talk, for a meal in their home and territory, little more to someone as young as Derek had been. Derek wasn't as innocent in things as people probably believed who didn't know the whole story.
The words gave him pause. "You got a kitten." No doubt Derek's expression conveyed the slight disbelief at that. Cats usually weren't the biggest fans of wolves, though, perhaps, having never met one they might not care, especially if young. Derek thinned his lips and gave a little mental shrug as they walked, glad to be away from potential wandering ears and eyes. "It's a nice place. I've been here a few months. So far nothing major has happened that I know of. Until now, but I guess this has been personal."