Jason crossed his arms as Conner scolded him, looking akin to a kicked puppy. He was going to say something about Derek deserving it or about how the damn guy probably treated a lot of other people way worse but he bit his tongue, opting instead to just nod and listen to his co-worker. "Yeah. My aunt still has that wedding she wanted me to come to." He said, frowning at Derek as he returned with a mop. Derek returned the sentiment, the two making eye contact before breaking away from each other. Jason closed his locker, the harsh sound ringing through the room as he walked out in order to return to his shift.<br/><br/>Derek mopped up the mess is relative silence, his shoulders slumping as he put the mop back and got his stuff, taking off his jacket and putting on his serving shirt. He looked tired, like he didn't sleep well and his back hurt from the lumpy bed. Letting the anger from the morning fade he just felt...empty now. He fixed his hair, making sure it wasn't too wild and he checked on his lip again, the wound looking a lot better than it had yesterday. He secured his lip ring again so it wouldn't close up, using the mirror to help him.<br/><br/>"Alrighty- ready to report for duty." He said, tucking his dish towels into the crease of his apron. He felt like death on the inside.