"Uh, hey Derek. . .me? Y-yeah. . . I'll be okay." he smiled warmly as he adjusted himself so he was holding the bag a bit better. Rubbing his neck the older man chuckled weakly, "So, I was wondering what time tomorrow you wanted to come to my place? Or if you want to come to my place? Kinda just dawned on me that we kinda skipped talking about that." Conner changed the subject quickly as he tried to keep his secret a secret.<br/><br/>Conner rubbed his neck, his face still a bit red from blowing up on his ex, but now going red from embarrassment.<br/><br/>"Oh fuck, hey you wanna walk with me to my place? I gotta put the food in the fridge before it melts.  I got some ice cream." Conner said as he began to head to his apartment.  As he made home the brunette unlocked the front door and invited Derek in if he choose to come along.  It was nice inside.<br/><br/>Derek lived in a studio apartment so it was one huge room with a side room for bathroom and another for a walk in closet which by some miracle did not make the apartment cause more.  His bed was in the corner of the room, a rolling cart with plants on it acted as a divider.  He had a old couch and a coffee table, there is no tv in site.  There was desk with a computer which was in front of the window and a small dining table.  The island bar separated the room and kitchen.  The kitchen was normal and did have everything needed, a rice cooker, pots, pans, everything.<br/><br/>"You wanna come in? I know we'll be cooking tomorrow but doesn't mean you can't come in and get a bit comfortable.  I was actually going to head out in awhile to go eat.  If you want, you could join.  Might be nice to actually eat with someone."