The last thing that Derek wants to see on Barry’s face is pity, or disgust. Thankfully, he doesn’t really see either. He looks a little horrified, a little confused. Perhaps even skeptical. He smells like anger and pian and Derek curses himself for ruining such a nice afternoon.

“Yeah, sure,” Derek says easily, sliding over a bit to make room. He doesn’t generally like being touched, but from Barry it’s okay. Nice, even. Barry sits down and their shoulders brush as Derek furrows a brow. “It’s not like I hate it, you know? Sex.”

He blows out a slow breath and looks out across the lake, feeling tender and a little brittle. “I just— I wonder if it would be better if it actually meant something. Here isn’t really the place to try and find that out, but I’ll be fine. I can go out around full moons. That’s when I want it the most.”