By the time Derek stepped through the window, Isaac had worried his hair into a mess of tufts. Derek snorted, frowning right after when Isaac gave him a wild-eyed look. “You okay?” “I—I don’t know my social security number,” Isaac said in a small voice. (Or, Isaac falls apart and Derek tries to put him back together.)
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