Vinny scooped up a sweatshirt and tossed it on the ever growing pile, turning to Derek with a shrug, "About ten minutes ago. Portkey's are a bloody mess these days."
He really hated himself for taking this long to get out here, even missing the funeral. Vinny couldn't deny that he hadn't immediately felt the need to rush to Derek's side, which was what really stabbed in the guilt. He shouldn't be so weak as to ignore his best mate's needs simply because he didn't want to deal with his own feelings and emotions, but--finally, he was able to make the arrangements. Of course, he was being fined a bloody fortune, but that wasn't important.
When there was finally room to sit on the couch, Vinny dropped down and looked over at Derek, his solemn expression returning. "What do you need?"
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