Derek was startled by Conner's sudden appearance. "U-Uh...yeah." He said, looking embarrassed. He stood up, quiet as Conner worked on his door. He felt out of his element again, like he had all week. He didn't know how to react other then let Conner do the work for him. He felt a flood of relief as the other man opened his door, the bare floors of his apartment spread out before him. He let out a sigh, stepping forward and actually letting a smile come to his face.<br/><br/>"Thank you." He breathed out. "I uh..." Derek let himself trail off, not really sure how to respond to the man. "I'll try." He let out dejectedly, giving the man a wave as he back peddled. At the mention of food he realized how hungry and tired he was. Watching idly as the man left he stepped into his sparse apartment, closing the door behind him. Looking at the time he mentally cursed himself. There was no way he'd be able to get a reasonable amount of sleep before his next shift. He slipped off his shoes, going to his kitchen and pulling a pizza out of the fridge. He read the instructions on the back, scratching his head as he tried to piece it together. Trying to cook did not end well in the slightest...<br/><br/>He'd popped the frozen puck into the oven, removing the plastic as instructed. Derek plopped in to his couch, the only piece of actual furniture he'd been able to acquire besides the bare twin mattress and promptly dozed off. When he woke up he was greeted by the stench of burnt food and upon open his oven his face dropped as he hesitantly pulled out the charred remains of his pizza and smoke. He was lucky the fire alarms didn't go off and he threw it on the counter, using a towel as a insulation. Rubbing his face Derek felt like simultaneously crying and screaming, opting instead to go back to bed in his actual room.<br/><br/>In the early morning Derek groaned as his alarm went off, his hands scrambling to find his phone on the floor. He got ready quickly, taking a short (and might he add unsatisfying) shower before getting dressed and heading out the door. He glared at the burnt pizza remains on his counter, scooping them into the trash. It was another cloudy day but at least it wasn't raining. Using some of the money from the tips he'd procured yesterday he treated himself to some Starbucks and an over priced sandwich, strolling into the back of the kitchen again and looking like death. The man let himself wake up for a couple of minutes before clocking in, going to the lockers and fishing for some server shirts. God, it was only his second day and hew as already over everything. The shower was awful, the sleep was awful-<i>everything</i>was awful! At least he had his coffee...<br/><br/>It was at that moment a co-worker pumped into him, making him lose his grip on the cup. Needless to say in went everywhere. He whipped around to face the assailant letting out a "what the<i>fuck</i>?!"<br/><br/>The other man was already laughing, a hand up to his mouth as he snickered at Derek. "Woops! How unfortunate! Why don't you call daddy and have him pay for another one, huh?" He said. Somewhere in the back of hid mind Derek thought the person looked familiar but his rage took over as he stepped forward.<br/><br/>"Why don't you shut the fuck up?" He seethed, balling his fists.