Derek was still facing an empty doorway by the time his mind finally snapped to attention. For a moment, he wondered if he was actually seeing things now, but it was too convenient of a hallucination to think of trying to wake up from.
"I'm so fucking glad to see you," Derek said, closing the door with a gentle thud, slumping against the door with his eyes closed when he turned around. This was the person he needed to see, this was the person he'd been so tempted to run to after the entire thing had happened, and this was one of the few people who'd understand what was going on. Although there were a thousand questions swarming about in his head, there were a few that he knew took precedence.
"What are you--when did you get here?" he asked tiredly, almost thinking about feeling bad for not aiding in cleaning up, but not fully aware of all his thoughts to begin being able to dictate what he could and could not feel.
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