Derek practically ignored the fact that the Father of one of his former girls just walked in the door, he kept his head rested on the bar table with his drink next to him. His glass still only half full, from his first when he got back.
It was true, Derek still had his ships, and his credits. No one could take those away, and the credits could easily be remade after a few days of hard work.
"Thanks there, Pete. But can't be really bothered to drink, hell, can't even be bothered to run from Aaron over there."
*Mmm, hit hard?*
"Yep..."
*Well, like Pete said, you don't need her! You were doing just fine before, why couldn't you now?*
Derek perked his head up, running the words Sophie said through his head. He smiled, and emptied his glass quickly, with a huge grin on his face. Sophie sunk her face in to her hands, knowing exactly what was coming next.