He was avoiding her eye and, to Patty, that was just fine. It wasn't that she was planning on never seeing Derek again, she wouldn't have been able to cut him out of her life completely; he was still her friend. That didn't mean she was willing to see him now, though. When the time came she would have had to prepare herself, steel herself up and put those walls back in place around her heart that she had so foolishly taken down for someone who didn't want to get past them in the first place. She couldn't do that if he was just going to show up. She didn't have the time to get herself in the right head space, so now she was feeling raw and vulnerable in the middle of her own living room. She didn't want him to make eye contact.
He finally looked up and it took more effort than Patty wanted to expend to avoid diverting her gaze, her chest tightening and her stomach sinking when he finished. She didn't respond immediately, instead staring at him as if expecting him to continue, and when he didn't she uncrossed her arms to weakly toss her hands to the sides before falling against her legs. "Well... I'm here," she responded weakly, too tired and upset to hide the uncertainty and defense in her voice. "I'm right here, I haven't gone anywhere. ...Derek, it's almost three, you should be sleeping right now..."