Derek voiced his appreciation for Conner's help. In truth he felt as if he couldn't find the right words to thank the man enough- it was almost overwhelming to find someone so nice and understanding. Derek's mood seemed to falter at the mention of his parents and he almost flinched, having not thought about them for a while.<br/><br/>"I don't think they'll really buy it...Honestly I think they're happy they don't have to deal with me anymore." He stated, his eyes wondering to stare at anything other then Conner at the moment. His voice was laced with a bitterness and hurt, hinting that the relationship between him and his parents ran much deeper then just them kicking Derek out of their lives. He huffed, his expression brightening, almost as if they hadn't been talking about his parents. It was like the moment had never even happened.<br/><br/>"Hey! Like I said, if I'm doing well this far then how hard can cooking something be?" He dug into the brownies mug, seeming to be surprised. "See! You made this in a<i>mug. </i>I didn't even know food in a mug was a thing."