Ever since his arrival in Joy, Derek had become a bit of a sloth. When he was not out and about in town. He was usually at the motel, doing absolutely nothing.
Derek did not even need to sleep, courtesy of his insomnia.
But most days if anybody knew where he was, and were to check on him they would find him laying in bed. Sometimes, alright, most of the time, he would be on his phone. But while he spent hours on end staring at the screen. Derek was not reading the worried text messages from his mother.
He was also not going through the news trying to figure out the situation at Haven Group.
Derek did not want to face such things. But what he was doing on his phone was barely any better. In fact, if Derek had still had it in him to care, he would have been ashamed of how pitiful he was being.
