"Okay. Talk to her, let me know," Derek nodded, shuffling slightly because he didn't want her to cry. He couldn't deal very well with crying. He couldn't deal with himself crying, let alone a girl- "I'll go out and find whatever it is you need if it's not here already. And I'll bring you some things to read. Stiles-" maybe not the most appropriate to bring up Stiles, but- "-he has a lot of magazines you can have. I'll get you some of those as well. And when the moon has passed we'll go out, we'll go and run just so you're not cooped up in here-" He felt it too, the constriction of being in the prison constantly. No running through the woods. No freedom.
Derek stepped back to let Erica pass, looking up at her when she spoke. Shitty alpha? Well, that stung just a bit, but there was still a time and a place for those discussions. "We'll be fine," he said softly. "Just let me know if you need anything. If not, I'll come and get you about six on Saturday."