She put in the code and pulled out her firearm, leaving the safety on for now and pushing a fresh clip in before pointing it to the floor and walking back into the living room, both hands wrapped around the gun as she finally reached the door. She glanced out of the side window first and there was definitely someone standing out there but it was too dark to see; it wasn't until she squinted that she finally realized who it was, and her face fell as the blood drained from her cheeks. What the hell was Derek doing at her doorstep at this hour? What was he doing there period? For a brief moment she considered ignoring him but she knew that he could probably hear her inside moving around, and no matter how much she hated herself for it, her heart filled with guilt at the mere idea if leaving him out in the rain.
One hand left her pistol to unlock the door and pull it open, her stomach sinking when she finally saw him head on. He was soaking wet. And he looked miserable. "Derek, what are you doing here?" She sounded more confused and concerned than annoyed, looking around to make sure no one was with him, still on edge from the unexpected late night visit. Her gaze moved back to him before she reached out to take his arm and drag him in. "Get out of the rain, you're soaking wet, get inside."
As soon as he crossed the threshold she walked away from him, unable to look him in the eye. She had been avoiding this for a reason, but how could she avoid him in her own space? She dropped the clip out of the gun and carried it in her other hand as she wandered back to her room to lock it up again, and she returned a few seconds later with a towel, tossing it to him before crossing her arms across her chest self consciously due to her lack of proper pajamas. She was standing a few feet away from him. "Are you alright? What happened?"