I honestly hadn't intended to drink as much as I have. Though I don't really know how many drinks it's been at this point, I just know that everything is a little fuzzy and walking is not as easy as it should be, particularly while carrying plate after plate to the kitchen.

It does make the clean-up process a little more enjoyable though. Not that I ever particularly mind it, especially since Derek's still here. I don't know if I've seen him smile for this long without stopping and it's making my chest feel all full and warm. Maybe now he'll have an easier time believing how much people care for him. And, if not, I can at least use it as proof when he has his rougher moments.

Once the dishes are all clean and the tables have been wiped free of grease and food crumbs, I tuck the last chair back into place and then collapse into a booth.

"Leave me here," I call out to Derek as I stretch out against the seat, hands rested on my chest and my eyes slipping shut. My feet are throbbing and everything is blurry, but I feel good. I feel really, really good. But sleep sounds nice. "Just... turn off the lights when you go. I'll be out by morning, I swear."