[ More than seeing her smile falter — which, for the record, he hadn't — there's a shift in her scent. Derek doesn't know Glinda well enough to put his finger on it, but given the context, if he had to guess, his guess would be anxiety or something similar. He doesn't comment on it; that emotion, whatever it was, was for her. ]

Yeah, it's nothing special.

[ That's a lie, but he wouldn't call it special as a compliment, in any case.

Derek looks a little surprised at her comment and he huffs out a soft laugh, shaking his head. ]

That's really nice of you...but believe me, if I had any reason to believe I'd be missed, I wouldn't be here. There's nothing left for me there. ...there's no one left for me there.

[ He shrugs, at that. ]

I won't miss it or them, either.

[ Much. ]