Julian looked down at his phone, sighing. Writing Sebastian a quick note to let him know where he’d be, he got his things together, sliding on a coat. Not entirely sure that he should condone Derek drinking anymore, he grabbed a six pack of beer, deciding that he would see how bad off Derek was and decide from there whether he would let him have any more. He called a cab, tipping him and getting out. He walked up to Derek’s apartment, knocking on the door. “Der, it’s me,” he called, waiting on his friend to answer the door.