[He's looking at her like he's watching an old, old film he had liked long ago. The way Erica rolled her eyes, ran her fingers through her hair - it's all so familiar, and he had forgotten the movements she made, the inflection to her voice when she was annoyed. For the thousandth time, Derek felt like he didn't pay enough attention to her while he had the chance. He'd felt like this with Isaac, too, but it feels worse, now, because he's not distancing himself with text.]
Are you sure? [he pauses.] I mean, okay. Thank you. I'll come over.
[and he shuts off the feed. it doesn't take long at all for him to arrive at Erica's place, and he can't help but feel a little envious of her setup with Isaac as he knocks on her door.]
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Are you sure? [he pauses.] I mean, okay. Thank you. I'll come over.
[and he shuts off the feed. it doesn't take long at all for him to arrive at Erica's place, and he can't help but feel a little envious of her setup with Isaac as he knocks on her door.]