[for thomas]

[triskehale]

It's been nearly two weeks since they returned from that other Darrow, and Derek is beginning to settle back down. The things he saw there still haunt him, and keep him up at night, but he's almost to a point where he can ignore the memories. Derek has seen many, many terrible things, and he knows that he just has to keep on going.

He knows that everyone has been struggling, and it's his friends that have been helping to get him through it. Derek is trying to help however he can, and that's why he laces up his running shoes one morning and heads to Thomas' with a hoodie over his track pants and fitted t-shirt. Winter is drawing near, and Derek can see his breath while he walks. There's a calm sort of stillness to the city, one that only seems to come with cold, crisp mornings.

After stopping to get two coffees and breakfast sandwiches, he heads to Thomas' building and knocks on the door, listening hard as he waits for it to open. Thomas saw some horrible things, and Derek wants to make sure that he's doing okay. Feeding him and dragging him out for a long run should hopefully be a good start.

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[shuck_you]

Some nights, Thomas woke up sweating and panting, fresh off a nightmare full of blood and Cranks and the vicious, violent deaths of his friends. This morning, thankfully, had been free of nightmares. He'd woken up early, letting the sun's warmth streaming through the window soothe him before he'd rolled out of bed.

After a long shower, Thomas threw some comfortable clothes on and was padding out into the living room when he heard the knock. He took a detour and opened the door, raising his eyebrows at Derek standing there, holding food and something hot.

"Shouldn't you still be asleep or something?" Thomas joked, stepping aside to let Derek inside.