"You did look pretty distracted earlier," Derek says with a wry smile, though he isn't sure that's the type of distraction that Barry was referring to. It's just stuck in his mind, knowing what's expected of him here. Also stuck in his mind is all of Barry's pale skin on display, and he swallows hard.

"Yeah, that would do it," Derek says with a slight laugh, sitting up enough to take off his jacket. Barry still seems cold and it's not as if he's wearing real pants, so Derek lays the jacket across his lap with a vaguely shy smile.