"I don't know if being a werewolf gave me abs, but it certainly didn't hurt." Derek says with a chuckle, patting his stomach though his thin Henley. It occurs to him that he's seen so much of Barry, but Barry has seen so little of him.

He feels himself drifting closer to Barry, wanting so badly to feel his warm hands on him again. The hug is stuck in the back of his mind, but he has no idea how to go about getting another one.

"Nerdy, huh?" He smiles a little and shrugs his shoulders. "Before everything happened, I guess I was more of a jock."