Kalin tilts his head and blinks, looking up from his phone. He looks at the time and huffs, “Fuck-“ he turns it off and gets up, rubbing his face and wanders from the room, in need of water.
He sees Derek on the couch and hurt flashes through him. He hadn’t even relaized how late it had gotten, but knowing Derek had slept on the couch hurt. He frowns, his brow bunching as he moves over, getting a closer look, “Derek. . ?” He mumbles, rubbing his eyes.