He really didn’t want to talk, but it was just sitting in his chest. Wanting to burst out. Why he didn’t curse Atticus out was beyond him. At least he had a friend he could talk to about it and luckily at this point he could use the company. Be distracted and just focus on friends and school work. When Derek got home, he took a shower and cried for a solid half hour. Then it was straight to baking. He made all kinds of cookies, brownies, and even a cake. It was a way for him to destress as well as a pleasure. He told Sutton that the door was open as he took this moment to enjoy the fruits of his labor. A pot filled brownie-cookie that was still warm. Melting in the comfort, he finished the piece and then got a glass of milk to wash it down. Turning on the television he flipped through his Netflix account and put it on a random movie. Dude Where’s My Car to be exact, since it was the only decent thing he found appealing. Once the door opened he peered over and smiled to Sutton. “Hey” He spoke softly. “Help yourself to whatever and make sure if you get into the cake, cover it up.” Derek mentioned as he knew he would feel the effects shortly. @suttonfoxworth