Dec 28, 2008 12:11
So, Derek had gone to the gym. John should've gone, but he was watching "Miracle on 34th Street" and eating cookies. (Behold, the savior of mankind.)
He was slouched on the bed, crumbs around him when he heard the door open and watched Derek walk in. He had to stifle his grin at the stiffness with which Derek moved; he paused the movie. "How was your workout?"