Look up? The suggestion made him blink, as if it was really the first time he had even considered it. The truth was...it really was the first time he had considered it. Derek wasn't an idealist, or a dreamer by any means. He was pragmatic. A pessimistic realist to a fault sometimes, and it was probably more than obvious by his reaction to her suggestion.
When she sat down, Derek turned back to the view in front of them. Years ago, before returning to Beacon Hills back when Laura had still been alive, Derek used to live in New York City. It had been his escape from the life he had lived, the losses their family had experienced. It had been as far as he and Laura could both go without leaving the country, and there were days when he missed it. The city, the crowds, the constant noise of traffic and movement that never gave him any silence to drown in. Everett was so unlike that, that sometimes the silence was deafening. He missed the city skyline. The noise. The ability to just disappear in a crowd full of people.
Right now he missed it, but he didn't admit that to Abigail. Hell, no one even knew he even thought about New York. Some didn't even know he used to live there. So why being it up?
"I'm one of those getting stir crazy," he said instead. It wasn't a secret, anyway. There was only so much waiting around that Derek Hale could do, and it had nothing to do with his status as a werewolf. He just wasn't wired that way, and the past few days he was tense enough to look like a caged animal. "I figured coming up here was probably better than pacing the yard. That would just piss me off."
Turning to her, he motioned towards her cigarette. "I don't mind if you smoke, by the way. Go for it."