"She thought I was hot," Derek says, a little distracted as he takes the sweater. The material is soft, and he rubs it between his fingers before looking up with a smirk. "Kate, not the dog."

He grins and lays the cardigan over his arm as a possible option, nodding at approval at Bitty. "Or maybe Jeff did too, who knows."

It feels good to joke around a little after all they've been through. All the things that he saw still make him lie awake at night, still make him shift and run through the woods until his paws ache, but there are still things that make him smile.