"Ah, don't worry about me too much." He let out, grinning.<br/><br/>The thought of going back to his apartment sounded awful to Derek so he opted for staying in with Conner. He lounged on the couch, chatting up a storm about everything and nothing all at once- he was just that kind of person. He could make a conversation out of a speck on Conner's wall. He complimented the man on his plants, complaining he'd always had a brown thumb and couldn't ever take care of his old ones without telling his housekeeper to do it. Actually, the more Derek talked about his life the more abysmal he saw it had been. Before he knew it he practically poured himself out to Conner, right then and there.<br/><br/>"First my mom spoiled me rotten and then without a second thought they just<i>threw</i>me out!" He let out, running a good hand through his hair. "I don't even have a clue on what I'm supposed to do! They never taught me anything! I never got to do anything! I would just point and someone would do it- fuck, I still don't have furniture at my place!"