He stiffens at the extra contact, but he doesn't openly object to it, and instead he draws in a deep breath, releasing it slowly until the tension bleeds out. He's grown so used to not having this, to believing that after everything that's happened because of him he doesn't really deserve it. But as her comforting warmth presses into him, he sighs with content and lets his eyes close for a moment.

Following her movements, Derek glares at the fish as it thrashes around in the air briefly, because the loss is felt immediately, even if she's still closer than most get and she returns as soon as the fish hits the bucket.

He doesn't answer straight away, but he can't help thinking that his downfall is what awaits him. Still, she should probably get a better idea of who he is, of what tends to happen around him. "A broken pack." Lydia said enough to make him fear what that might mean for Erica if not Boyd as well. "And a war I don't have the power to win."