"Well, that makes two of us," Derek replied with a grin. He'd been called worse things than cynical, but most of the people who thought that they knew him hadn't been in his life the past couple of years. Derek had evolved that night in Mexico, but he didn't stop evolving that night. He'd taken his ability to fully change as a sign that it was time to move on and grow and if there was one thing he was sure he'd outgrown, it was Beacon Hills.
She offered to help with the shelter and Derek was more interested in trying again on his own than taking someone up on an offer like that just yet. Giving up to cool off in the lake wasn't necessarily giving up for good. "I'll keep that in mind, thanks," he replied, because if he really couldn't figure it out without a saw, a hammer, and some nails, then he might have to ask for help, which was still something Derek was learning to do. Baby steps. "The fur coat helps a little though, yeah," he joked.
Just as she'd watched him carefully when he'd moved a little closer, Derek was watching her carefully as she moved. Not all beautiful women were psychopaths. Now, he knew that. But that didn't change the fact that he was reflexively a little more on guard than he would like to admit in the presence of one he didn't know very well. He supposed it he couldn't break that habit while he was here, he probably never would. "Oh man, I'm going to miss Netflix and take-out," he agreed. "Why don't you fill some of the empty spaces with, I don't know, recreation?" he asked, half-joking, but half-honestly curious.
Derek used his arms to propel himself back, away from her a few yards. "Quit dicking around on the shore and just get in. I won't look if you wanna shed the clothes first to keep 'em dry, I promise. Come on, the water's nice. Take an actual break. Get in here."