Merlin, he did not want to do this. Darien deserved normalcy, and he was loathed to try and take that from him. Derek rubbed his hand over his jaw a moment before pushing past Darien, inside. He tugged nervously on the collar of his robes as he stood facing away, unsure of how to proceed.
Just out with it, he decided, because action was better than inaction. He didn't have fancy words or know how to gently ease a person into the worst of it.
"Look, this—it's about Dianna. She's… she's in trouble," he turned back around to face his little brother, "and you need to know what's been happening."
His stomach rolled a little as he replayed the scene of her hands shaking as they fumbled with the shards of glass. But Derek took a strange kind of comfort in the surroundings of his brother's home, because it was exactly as he expected it to be—exactly what he needed to see.
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