I'm not overreacting. You went away for a year, earned yourself a gigantic fucking bruise that you're trying to hide from everyone and you won't tell me who hit you. This is shady, Reg.

[ Shady. Shades. Not an intentional pun. Derek drags his hand down over his mouth and takes another few steps away from Reggie, turning his back on him, partially so he can pace and stare down at his feet and try to figure out what to do next and partially so he can give Reggie a modicum of privacy so he can fix his glasses and compose himself a little. He falls silent for nearly a full minute, scratching his fingers back through his scalp and assuming one horrible thing after the other, but eventually he turns back, staring Reggie down.

He's caught between wanting to push this and being afraid to. He sighs, feeling his stomach hurt. This sucks. ]

Why is it complicated? It doesn't have to be complicated. I'm not going to... I wouldn't tell anyone what happened, if you think I would.