[Derek steps inside the entry and then turns to Cumore.]

["Did something happen? Oh, you have no idea.]

[It takes Derek a moment to find his voice and instead of looking and Cumore face on like he planned, he looks down. His grip on the handle of his Nimbus 2001 is tight and he's shaking a bit due to how nervous he is.

I-I need to talk to someone, and it needs to be someone who w-won't give me shit for my life choices... Please tell me you can be this person."