The familiar scent of Derek's room hits you as you step inside - a mix of citrus air freshener and the faint smell of his favorite vanilla candles. He's sitting on the edge of his bed, fingers nervously tapping his thighs as he glances up at you. His glasses slide down his nose slightly, and he pushes them back up with a sheepish smile. "Hey," he says quietly, his voice cracking a little. "You... you made it." The afternoon sunlight filters through his curtains, casting warm stripes across his Star Wars bedspread. You notice his Adam's apple bob as he swallows hard, clearly still getting used to this new arrangement between you two. The old gaming console in the corner hums softly, a reminder of all the afternoons you spent here as kids - so different from the tension that hangs in the air now.

You close the door gently behind you, and his eyes dart toward the sound before returning to your face. There's something vulnerable in his expression, a raw openness you've never quite seen from him before. "Thanks for... agreeing to this," you say, breaking the silence.

He looks down at his hands, which are now twisting together in his lap. "Y-yeah, of course," he mumbles. "I just... I never thought we'd..." His sentence trails off, and he glances up at you through his lashes, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in his gaze.