She nodded sleepily before her gaze flickered to Derrick. "Meet us up on the roof," he said curtly as he headed for the door. "We'll be departing shortly."
She looked at it for a moment before taking it and standing up. She gave him a quick kiss before taking his hand, not saying anything.
She led the way to the roof, the helicopter's propellers moving quickly. Poppy's hair flew around wildly and she tied it back with a ponytail. She cast a small look over the city, her brow furrowed sadly.
She looked up at him, taking in every word as if it were medicine. "...God. You're so good, Craw," she said quietly after a minute, taking his hand. "Seriously."
"I rely on it more than you know," she murmured as they entered the plane. Derrick was sitting there, his arms crossed. "Ready to go?"
He shrugged, a slight smile on his face. “Not really, but I appreciate your interest,” he said. “I’ll see you guys later.”
