When she moved to let him in, he gave her a small nod and stepped inside, taking a moment to look around. It felt a bit sudden to start questioning her, so, he simply looked back to her and offered a small smile. As she left, he took it upon himself to pull off the leather jacket he'd worn and find a place near the door to leave his shoes. If he was going to be here all night, there was no reason to be uncomfortable.
It felt homey in a way that Derek didn't exactly understand. Then again, he'd been sixteen when his family was gone. It wasn't exactly like he had things of theirs to keep in his home. The most he'd ever bothered to have was a soft couch in the loft. Still, he thought better than to look through her things and stepped around to sit and wait, listening to the soft sounds from the kitchen until she returned.
He looked up, then at the little tray. "Sugar is fine." He shifted, scooting to the edge of his seat to work on his cup, watching her for a moment before tasting the tea on the spoon. It wasn't bad, but not really the point. He left it aside to cool as he moved back to where he'd been.
"Have you been here long? Your place seems comfortable."