"I remember the blackout," Derek says, eyes shining for a moment before he squeezes them shut. "That was-- it was a good night for me."
It was actually one of the best nights that he's ever had. It was Barry's first time staying over for the night, and Derek's throat constricts at the memory. They had been so wrapped up in each other, and Derek convinced himself that it was just a fluke.
Of course they're connected. But to this day, Derek still turns away from any news about fire-related deaths. He doesn't want to hear about charred remains and unidentifiable corpses. He doesn't want to hear about what his family looked like after the fire.
"I heard about it," is all Derek says after Reid's done talking. Derek just stands there for a long moment, awash in grief and guilt all these all too familiar emotions that Barry overshadowed. He thinks of Barry's bright smile, his easy laugh, and feels sick to his stomach.
You're a curse, Derek.
"Sounds like a plot from a comic book," Derek says in a hollow voice. "But I'm pretty sure my boyfriend is actually from a comic book, so that isn't so strange."
He looks down at the cat and then up at Reid, doing his best to think through the thick haze of negative emotions trying to drag him down. "You said the victims all worked at the same place. Do you know what place it was?"
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It was actually one of the best nights that he's ever had. It was Barry's first time staying over for the night, and Derek's throat constricts at the memory. They had been so wrapped up in each other, and Derek convinced himself that it was just a fluke.
Of course they're connected. But to this day, Derek still turns away from any news about fire-related deaths. He doesn't want to hear about charred remains and unidentifiable corpses. He doesn't want to hear about what his family looked like after the fire.
"I heard about it," is all Derek says after Reid's done talking. Derek just stands there for a long moment, awash in grief and guilt all these all too familiar emotions that Barry overshadowed. He thinks of Barry's bright smile, his easy laugh, and feels sick to his stomach.
You're a curse, Derek.
"Sounds like a plot from a comic book," Derek says in a hollow voice. "But I'm pretty sure my boyfriend is actually from a comic book, so that isn't so strange."
He looks down at the cat and then up at Reid, doing his best to think through the thick haze of negative emotions trying to drag him down. "You said the victims all worked at the same place. Do you know what place it was?"