[ He doesn't know why she's not a fan of dodgeball. Not really. Maybe it's her enhanced strength and Derek's imploring her not to use it, not to hurt anyone, or it's who she is. She's not a joiner. Vague memories say otherwise and yet, here she is, dour, sitting in the sun next to him. Not that he'd have her anywhere else.

Things aren't bad between him and Matt. But, they can't be good because Derek doesn't know what to believe, or how he really feels. Just what he remembers. ] I don't remember, either. But there are pictures, and a house with our names on the deed. It feels wrong to share the bed. Like we're strangers. [ Like he's taking advantage. He doesn't know if she can hear him some nights padding along the floor to the couch in the living room. ] But, I like him. He tells bad jokes.