Derek can smell Saffron's anxiety before she's even fully inside of the commissary, and he can guess why. He's seen the secrets on people's backs, and he recognizes the drawn expression on her face.

He doesn't say anything for awhile, finishing prepping his veggies while she deals with a box of cupcakes. They're on opposite sides of the big silver prep table, facing each other, and Derek presses the lid onto a tub of sliced tomatoes before looking up at her.

"You don't have to tell me what it says," Derek offers. "I won't look if you don't want me to."