“When you’re ready, we’ll head upstairs. Okay?” Derek lifted a hand, but thought better of touching Blake when he was fully aware. He let it drop back to his lap.
“It’ll take a while for me to be steady on my feet.” Blake’s voice was stronger, but not yet quite where it should be.
Derek gave him a smile. “Don’t worry about that. Take your time. There’s no rush.”
Blake studied him, staring, and Derek let him look. He hoped Blake would see whatever he needed to see. Eventually Blake let out a sigh, and his eyes drifted closed. After a few moments, Derek made to move, but Blake reached out from under the blanket and grabbed his hand. Derek immediately grasped it and was pleased to find it once again at body temperature.
Blake’s tension eased further, and he sighed. “Thanks, Derek.”