screwing. | one.
kmtorress:
keiran was glad he had something to do with his time that wasn’t watching everyone else mope. the truck was rundown, that much was obvious, but it appeared to still be, mostly, in working order. it was out of washer fluid, a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things, and it appeared to have a few screws loose, unsurprising considering the years of use that were evident just from taking a quick look under the hood, but otherwise he’d yet to find a problem that would be seriously detrimental to any attempt to get it on the road.
it helped that cailean was there to keep him company, although in keiran’s opinion cailean being anywhere was a welcomed—no, celebrated—occurance and this was certainly no exception. just having him close enough to talk to made keiran feel more at ease, a feeling that was rare in the midst of the literal apocalypse. cailean had his quirks, sure, but keiran found a majority of them endearing, and anyone that knew keiran would say that in and of itself was a feat.
he found another screw loose, this one with a different head than the one on the screwdriver he currently had in his hand and pushed himself out from under the hood to talk to cailean. “could you hand me the flathead screwdriver, if you’re not using it? this damn truck has more screws loose than a farm has cows.”
Cailean laid on the ground, head underneath the truck as he tried to fix a couple of the exhaust pipes that’s been dangling around. He was humming a little tune as the two of them worked on the new truck. Not exactly new, but newer than what they previously had. Though Keiran was the real mechanic here, he was usually around to help with the vehicles, something that he at least partially knew about. And working on a car alone seemed really lonely, might as well have some quality time with him, even if they were getting all greasy.
It was easy to tell them Keiran was much more relaxed amongst his constant state of stress and these were one of those fool proof ways to get him to feel better. Even if they didn’t speak, their private presence was comforting enough. “To be fair, I’ve seen farms without cows, so that’s a good sign, right?” Cailean bantered before dragging himself out from the vehicle, tossing the tool over to Keiran from the toolbox he had, “Go long.” He let out a breath, getting back under there to secure the exhaust pipes once and for all, “Do you think this is really gonna be better than our van?” Of course, Cailean was salty that their van, his van, that they had from the very beginning finally gave up on them and is was simply just time to move on.
