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[supermarket]

❝ hi, it's kieren. sorry i'm not in right now. leave a message and i'll get back to you. ❞
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[wasteofbreath]

I apologized to her. [And she didn't seem to believe him, but she was right; they don't need to like each other.]

Do you still want to talk in person? I'm at the apartment if you want to come over.

action.

[supermarket]

( kieren doesn't know what he expects when he makes his way over to the apartment -- his apartment, technically. he was angry at simon for so long, so incredibly angry that he hadn't been able to think straight for the longest time. it's the protective instinct speaking, his guilt over his failure to notice jem's problems while in roarton. wanting to make up for that now, to be a better brother. to say sorry for causing her so much pain in the past. he's trying his best.

but now that he's had some time to cool off, he fires back a text right away, letting simon know he's coming back. taking his time as he walks over to sort through his thoughts, to remind himself not to fly off the handle this time.

he doesn't know if simon really took any of it back, or if he's just saying all this because he likes kieren. he wonders if they're just too different to make this work. but he cares about simon, and that's a big deal because he hadn't cared about anyone romantically since rick died.

everything just sort of feels a little tenuous right now. but he's going anyway, climbing the steps and knocking on the door of his own apartment. )

forever action.

[wasteofbreath]

[He's still sitting right where he was when he called Jem and texted Kieren back when he gets the text saying Kieren was coming over. He waits, unmoving, until he hears the knock at the door. The sounds starts him out of his reverie, his ponderings of what he might say to Kieren, of Kieren's admission that he likes other people. But he did like Kieren enough that he was willing to try,

Getting to his feet, he turns and opens the door, stuffing his phone into his pocket. Seeing Kieren there in the hallway is like a breath of fresh air, the sort he hasn't breathed in so long. If he could breath at all, of course.

He shifts slightly, eyes dropping after a moment. He is quite aware that he's the one who did wrong here, complicated or not, that he still hurt Kieren's feelings, and yes, that he hurt Jem, too, and that also added to it.] Hey.

[He steps aside, holding the door for him.]

[supermarket]

Are you actually sorry, Simon? Or are you just saying that because you like me?

( it's the first thing that comes to mind. he has to say it. he has to get it over with, because if he doesn't know the truth he's not going to be able to move on otherwise. simon probably wouldn't lie to him, he knows. but he just needs to know, more than anything.

kieren hates extremes on both sides of the spectrum. )

[wasteofbreath]

[He closes the door, and when the words leave Kieren's mouth he looks away. He had apologized to Jem, yes, but he also had mixed feelings over the parts of it he'd meant. He feels torn, honestly, pulled in two different directions, asked to do something he's not sure he can, and afraid Kieren wants him to make nice with his sister to a degree he likely won't be able to.

He wonders if Kieren will walk out the door if he says 'no.' Which means that, even if it has no chance of fixing anything, he has to tell Kieren things he hasn't, that he doesn't really want to, some of them are things no one knows.

Turning, he leans against the door, forcing himself to look at Kieren, into his pretty face and beautiful brown eyes. It's usually never hard to look at him, but if he leaves...]

I'm sorry for bringing it up, for dragging it out, there was no point-- I just got angry. But... I don't think I'd be sorry at all if she wasn't your sister, if she didn't know you, because there's that line between the things I believe and you. But I still-- [he closes his eyes, he can't lie to Kieren, and he shouldn't keep things from him, not things like this. He'd kept the knives from him, and he knows that didn't turn out so well.] Still don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive her, or think she's not... what I said.

[He meets Kieren's gaze, speaking before he has a chance to be rebuked.]

Before you leave or kick me out, since this is your place, if you're going to-- [His voice shakes at the prospect of it.] Will you give m a chance to explain myself? Please? There's things I haven't told you.