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He shook his head and knocked on her door, not quite expecting the enthusiastic greeting.
"Hallo, baby D." After a split-second of hesitation, still wary of contact with another person, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed briefly before disentangling. "I visited home today, Mum said she wants to do dinner this Thursday instead of Saturday, which I very nicely offered to relay to you in person and then take you to—er, lunch. If you were not busy and if you were home. Which you are, home, that is, and are not—busy, I'm assuming. Hoping," he corrected himself, feeling winded after such a long sentiment, particularly for himself. Derek scrubbed a hand over his face, aggravated at the awkwardness he felt even with his little sister and damn near his favorite person on the planet at the moment.
He stepped away from her and shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts. "Half a moment, though, my tongue's sticking to the roof of my mouth, it's so dry. You've got glasses in the cupboard on the left, yeah?" Derek brushed past his sister through the open doorway.
"Hallo, baby D." After a split-second of hesitation, still wary of contact with another person, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed briefly before disentangling. "I visited home today, Mum said she wants to do dinner this Thursday instead of Saturday, which I very nicely offered to relay to you in person and then take you to—er, lunch. If you were not busy and if you were home. Which you are, home, that is, and are not—busy, I'm assuming. Hoping," he corrected himself, feeling winded after such a long sentiment, particularly for himself. Derek scrubbed a hand over his face, aggravated at the awkwardness he felt even with his little sister and damn near his favorite person on the planet at the moment.
He stepped away from her and shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts. "Half a moment, though, my tongue's sticking to the roof of my mouth, it's so dry. You've got glasses in the cupboard on the left, yeah?" Derek brushed past his sister through the open doorway.
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