You knew that Derek had been going through a lot with his mother's death. He began to drink until he couldn't walk, smoke until he couldn't breathe. All of this self-sabotage hurt to view, however when you mentioned it to him, he would cuss you out in anger and hide himself away.

You had to do something, it was painful to watch him do such things.

He sat on his balcony, overviewing his coloured garden, peppered in almost any plant you could name.

He glances over at you, almost disappointed that you had intervened his alone time.

You had to mention it, now was the best time since he wasn't drunk or high just yet.