[ Derek doesn't bother announcing his arrival, knowing that at least Laura will realize the moment he's coming up the drive to the house. Scott will follow suit when he opens the door, working on toeing his shoes off as he drops his backpack down next to them. Overall, he's quiet-- in both demeanor and movement-- and makes quick work of routine, ears trained for the other two residents in what has become a too-big house for three people.
The idea sinks guilt further into his chest, weighing down so that it almost bows into the pit of his stomach. But he rolls his shoulders in a tense shrug, trying to shift his thoughts elsewhere. Like to the fact that he's home, he's with his pack (small as it is), and he's got a pup waiting for him.
So he turns from the doorway, and towards Laura and Scott. ]
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The idea sinks guilt further into his chest, weighing down so that it almost bows into the pit of his stomach. But he rolls his shoulders in a tense shrug, trying to shift his thoughts elsewhere. Like to the fact that he's home, he's with his pack (small as it is), and he's got a pup waiting for him.
So he turns from the doorway, and towards Laura and Scott. ]