Because grandpa-cat made me want to flesh this time period out a little more… Here’s a bit of Derek moping and Hale family interaction. I cut it off where I did because I realized I should probably use that scene in the fic itself lul.
“You should take some time off to recover,” Laura tells Derek softly, looking at him with clear-cut concern from across the table.
“I’m fine,” he says, smacking the edge of the deck of cards a little too hard against the table. He cuts them in half again and shuffles. He’s not fine. Fuck, he is so not fine. He’d called Laura in a state of pure panic the night before, unable to fully catch his breath, and begged her to come home for the weekend. He must have sounded pretty broken, because here she was. Cora and his mother were talking and laughing in the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to finish. Derek wished he could feel the same warmth they so obviously did, but all he felt was empty.
“You called me near tears last night to beg me to come home, you are not fine.”
“I wasn’t near tears.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You’re not fine. You just quit your band and ended your career and your relationship with the person you love and last night, I don’t care what you say, you were freaking the fuck out. And now I come home and you’re enrolled in how many classes?”
“It’s Beacon Hills Community, not Harvard,” Derek argues.