He's finished his sandwich and water in no time and I'm just finishing mine when he stands up with a heavy breath and rests one warm hand on my shoulder. It seems abrupt, a little like he's trying to be done with the night and I can't say I blame him. I wouldn't want to deal with me and my current mood either -- I mean, there's a reason I've just been keeping to myself lately.

"Oh," I say, blinking stupidly for a second before nodding quickly. "Yeah, okay. Thank you,"

He sets the little puff on my shoulder then and it burrows against my neck, soft and fluffy. It's nice and I'm glad for the little bit of comfort it can provide. "I'll see you in the morning, then," I tell him.

Unless I decide to leave in the middle of the night which, despite whatever fun thing Derek has planned, sounds appealing. Except then I imagine he'd only find away to blame himself for my cowardice and know I won't go through with it.

"Sleep well. I'll head in here real soon myself so I promise I won't keep you up."