Derek just felt really cold. He was listening and he didn't want to lose his shit again. He asked them both to sit down with him and be straight about what was going on, and they were. But hearing your mom was dead, and your family in tatters, it was hard to swallow. He stayed quiet and listened even more, the unbelievable information being delivered that they knew him... just a very different him. An adult him who was miserable and vengeful. Who had been so angry after all this stuff, he changed. Derek wasn't an angry person. His mother never raised him to be like that. He was respectful and loyal, protective when he needed to be. But not vengeful.

When he blinked, it caused a couple of tears to escape, but he just brushed them away. "D-Don't worry," he stammered. "I mean, about telling me all this. I'm not angry at you guys. I've been a dick, I know, but I just didn't understand anything. And I... this all really hurts, but I'm glad you're being honest with me and not lying anymore. I just don't know what I'm supposed to do or say. My mom, she's dead..." he said out loud, words hitching when his voice broke and he just buried his face in his hands.