Even if being hunted down by some psycho, Derek made sure to keep you out of his business for the sake of your safety and such. So as you laid down in bed with him in bed, snuggling close to him as possible while Derek had a arm around you while holding a glass of bourbon in his other hand.

"My mom wants to see us tomorrow..." his voice slurred as the alcohol soon took its toll on him. Drinking before bed never had good intentions for Derek. Either he was very clingy or he refused to sleep at all.

"You want some?" He asked as he looked down at you, swirling the bourbon around in the glass.