Derek didn’t care that it was the middle of the night or that he was currently dancing awkwardly on his coffee table, music blasting from the speakers. He definitely didn’t mind that you were sitting on the couch, watching him with a goofy smile.

“C’mon, baby, you should be up here with me. It’s our night off—we crushed that case!” Derek laughed as he stumbled a bit, eventually falling off the table and landing beside you on the couch with a grunt. He closed his eyes, wrapping an arm around you tightly.

“Ugh, you’re no fun. You don’t get drunk with me, don’t dance with me, don’t even sing to the song,” he teased, burying his nose into your shoulder. “I feel so neglected, baby.” Derek kissed your cheek before pulling back. “We should be dancing at a bar, celebrating, letting loose. We deserve it.”

He swayed over to the kitchen, still humming along to the music blaring through the speakers. Hearing one of his neighbors bang on the wall, shouting to turn it down, Derek walked over to the wall and yelled back, “Hey, hey, shut up! I’m having fun! I’m barely home anyway, you can deal with a few loud nights!”

He returned to making a sandwich, still swaying to the music. “You want some food, cutie?”

Derek hadn’t been in such a good mood in a long time—being home, tipsy, listening to music, and doing it all with his favorite person in the whole world. He hadn’t stopped smiling since he walked into the apartment. “Damn, I’m hungry. You better hurry and grab this sandwich before I eat it.”