"This definitely isn't a tangible problem," Derek says, still chuckling softly at David's antics. Usually he would cut it off there, but something compels him to keep talking. Maybe it's the wolfsbane. Maybe it's because he trusts them.

"My sister's birthday is coming up," he finds himself saying, because that is one concrete thing he can pick out of the mess in his head. "She was killed before I came here."

He winces once the words are out, because he can just feel the way he's ruined the mood. After taking another sip of his beer, he sets it on the table and sits up a little straighter. "She would be all in favor of eating vast quantities of ribs in her honor, though. So, I guess I'm in the right place."