Playing was something he missed, too. Not like there was much of a chance for it at his age or like he could see himself asking any of his very small pack to play with him. Derek imagined asking any of them would get looks wondering if he was sick. "I don't get it either.

"It's not a bad thing, no. But it's not a requirement either. I'm not here to bother you." No, if Derek was there with some sort of purpose other than sleeping, they wouldn't have been sitting around in the living room.

"Depends on what getting me a life entails. I'm not hitting bars or joining something like a bowling league with you," he replied, wrinkling his nose. They went back and forth with being in an okay play, but they would never be that close. And Derek wasn't putting on a pair of bowling shoes.