[ti]closed[/ti]→ hello father

There is a small frown on Derek's features. It's the type of frown that quickly turns into a smile when somebody looks his way or talks to him. Sunday mornings are a button up, tie, and nice slacks with converse* sort of affair. At least, it is for Derek. Perhaps he should be wearing a blazer but he cannot be bothered so early in the morning to do anything more than make a coffee the morning after spending too long online while toking.

Makes for a great Sunday morning and even better Sunday after noon. Those sort of afternoons where your mother gives somebody your word and only tells you after service. A service of which was led by somebody two years Derek's junior! Derek always thought it was amazing the sort of things people got done with their lives before they were twenty-six.

Derek is always making comparisons, get used to it!

So approaching the doors, he takes a breath and heads in. The older women who have known him since he was six give him a wave and he waves back. He starts to gather some of the lunches. They stack one on top of the other before he can barely see, and the women all laugh that he's the big strong man that can help.

It's more like he's the thicc young man who was told to help by his mother who was convinced he was too depressed for his own good**.

He gets to the door and can't mange to get the knob, groaning.

"C'mon Jesus, do me a solid. Get the door for me." It's a complaint grumbled under his breath, while he still struggles to get it without dropping all the lunches they're taking to the 'needier families' in the area.

_{*because some things never change and it's not just a phase, mom
**she's right but don't tell her that}