Lions. Derek didn't necessarily collect them, but he identified with them. Hence, the lion tattoo on one of his shoulders. And he had no problem buying their paraphernalia for other people. Maybe when she saw it she would think of him. And maybe it would be a good thought when and if she did.

He gets to his knees by the couch and starts to peel open the box of medicine. They always make these things so hard to get into. But he also wanted her to see him opening it, having to rip through the box and peel the paper away from the plastic side. That way, there would be no question that he was doing anything unwanted to her. "Decongestant... stuff. It should help."

The microwave beeps and he settles the pills on the table by the tea before getting back up to go into the kitchen. "Anything else you can think of that you might need?" He calls over his shoulder.