“Shit,” Derek breathes out, feeling like an ass as he watches Bitty shiver. He steps into his own black boxer briefs and pulls them on before grabbing his leather jacket and putting it around Bitty’s shoulders, keeping an arm around him to hold him close and transfer some of his body heat.

“Yeah, it’s a little like that,” Derek says with a breathless grin, nodding at Bitty’s description. “Problems just sort of seem to melt away, at least for a little while.”

Derek’s smile softens and he presses his cheek to the top of Bitty’s head, truly feeling like pack in that moment. “I’m glad you liked it.”