Derek had, of course, seen the back of Kristina's new bra but had decided to hold his silence. When she told him to leave, he nodded respectfully and withdrew from the room, but not before noting how her nipples poked enticingly through the pale pink T-shirt. He went to use the restroom while she was finishing up, and he emerged from the hall bathroom when she called out for him, still drying his hands with paper towels. "I wouldn't be calling names if I were you, Mom Jeans," he joked as he pulled her into a warm hug. "Good to see you, Tina," he said. "I know I don't say it a lot cause we see each other almost every day, but it's true." He let her go and grabbed the light jacket he had draped over the sofa. "Shall we?", he asked and bounded out the door without waiting for a reply.