There was a knock on the door.
Derek soughed, glaring at Clem and Shane.
"Did you tell him that I was here?" He asked them. Currently, they were sitting down on his bed, forming the structure of a tripod stand, or a triangle, if seen from high up the ceiling.
"No, of course not." Clem replied, taking his gaze away from Derek to the door.
"I had told him that you were with your mother."
