46- Home and hot chocolates

When we reach my home, Darrien moves to the kitchen and starts going through my cupboards.

“Go change into one of those fuzzy unicorn things.” He orders. I nod and head to my room to change. I've finally stopped crying. Now I just feel empty. I move around like a zombie as I throw on my pyjamas. When I head back out, Darrien sits me down at one of the chairs at my tiny little table and hands me a hot chocolate. So that's what he was looking for. He settles down in the chair across from me with his own mug.

“I know you weren't ready to tell him, and he probably was a little annoyed to overhear that he's your mate. I'm sure he would have preferred if you had told him directly. But none of that explains why you're crying like it's the end of the world. What happened? This is two nights in a row I've had to drive you home in a hurry.” Darrien keeps his tone gentle. Still, it seems pretty clear that he has no intention of leaving me alone until I fill him in a little.

“He overheard me talk