Derek wouldn't even have to be a werewolf to know how nervous Bitty suddenly gets, but he can smell it all over him. It mingles with the worry and sadness that has been taking over his sugary cinnamon smell for almost a week now, and Derek has been trying to give him space and let him get over it, but it isn't getting any better.

"You didn't do anything wrong," Derek assures him, gesturing at the seat across from him. "I asked you to stay as your friend, not your boss."