Derek felt relief flood him as he held up his hands, smiling and letting out an awkward laugh. "Yeah! Yes. Definitely- your place sounds great!" He stated a little too enthusiastically as he followed the man to his apartment. Derek hesitated at the threshold of Conner's home, stepping in and staying by the door as he close it behind him. It was modest and...cute? Certainly better then what Derek could ever hope his apartment to be.<br/><br/>He stuffed his hands in his coat pockets, rocking on his heels and not sure what to do. He wasn't used to<i>this. </i>He'd always been around grand rooms with sleek, modern designs and spacious floors. His life had been riddled with space and objects that were meant to draw attention to certain areas of the room- like a finely orchestrated piece of music laid out in the form of furniture and decor. Conner's living space was nothing like that. It was closed in and...warm. It felt warm and lived in. Nothing like the pristine magazine layouts Derek had scene in his house. It was easy to imagine someone actually living in this space instead of making sure dust never touched anything.<br/><br/>Derek felt out of place again. Like an imposter.<br/><br/>"That sounds nice." He said, startled out of his thoughts as he looked at Conner. "Where to?"