"The people who care about you do. I know they do." Derek sighed, running a hand over his hair. "After the fire - after everything, I just...I just wanted to try and be normal for my sister. I wanted to be one less thing for her to worry about. I wanted her to not have to deal with me and everything that was going on with me. I couldn't sleep, I could barely eat, I had these awful nightmares..." He closed his eyes against the memories of them. "It was...it was bad, and I just felt so horribly I just couldn't...and I didn't want her to know, I didn't want to burden her with all of it. And you know what?" He had to smile, chuckled a little, even though his eyes were wet. "I tried to only sleep when she wasn't around so she wouldn't hear me screaming, and one day she went out and I took a nap, and she came home early and heard me and I thought she was going to go crazy. She said - " He sniffled, swiping at his face. "She said she would have helped me if she'd known. She said that she'd already lost so much that she couldn't lose me too. That she would rather I'd have told her and not suffered by myself. And I'm...I know that other people want to do that for you. Your friends and your father. And me. I want to help you through this."