I'm Okay Here

Independent Kieren Walker Rp blog

[indiesimon]

Simon continued to study the grave marker, a small smile tugging at his lips when he heard Kieren speak - of course, he had heard the boy approaching, the clumsy steps of an undead who hadn’t quite mastered how to walk, who didn’t have the control over his muscles that he once must have had. Of course it was Kieren. “Quite,” Simon answered, “quite often.” He read the name once more, tucking it into the back of his mind, and gave a short nod before pushing himself to his feet. “The grave is open,” the Irish undead indicated, inclining his head towards the hole, “but I haven’t met a redeemed by this name, so he’s clearly not in Roarton. Even the forgotten deserve to be remembered,” Simon finished softly, turning to smile, just barely, at the boy beside him. “Come to see someone, have you?” He already had a suspicion, his eyes flickering down to the bottle of polish in his pocket, before he schooled his gaze back to Kieren’s face.

[punkandundead]

This wasn't the oddest thing Simon could do, Kieren reasoned with himself, he could very well be up to something stranger than just 'remembering the redeemed'. He looked at the upturned earth, the tugged and clawed grass spattered with soil. It made his insides feel heavy, as if his stomach could still turn. It was a remembered anxious reaction. Looking into that hole. Looking at the splinters of wood from the breached coffin. "I was only jokin', y'know." He teased, just lightly. He didn't expect a 'quite often', he didn't expect a great many things when it came to Simon. He was usually pleasantly surprised. "I think I know the name... if it's that big a deal, I could probably ask about, mum might know," Then again, this man could jut as easily be dead, Kieren was among the lucky, wouldn't be if it weren't for Jem. He paused at the question, lips pursed, "The plaques go to shit if it gets too muggy, thought I better just... Rick's, I mean." He nodded slowly, "No one else to do it, so I thought I'd just..." He finished with the shrug of a shoulder. He felt like he'd been caught out in something he shouldn't be. He didn't like that feeling.

[dazhalton-blog]

dean encounters xxkieren | punkandundead | aloneatmidniight...

   「 Heard ‘bout what ye did ta Gaz at the      pub the other day… 」

Pearl had told him when he came in for a pint the day after. Apparently the lad had shoved Gary ass over tits while the man was piss-drunk during an argument.

[punkandundead]

"Yeah, I did, and he had it coming, only lost m'job thanks to 'im, so if yer gunna go on about it Dean just drop it- I've had enough of it from the lot of you." Kieren was not in a particularly acco- midating mood, at present, and his irritation only further  twitched at Dean's mentioning Gary.

[indiesimon]

Releasing a quiet sigh, - more for dramatics than strictly necessary - Simon perched gingerly in front of the still-fresh grave, his eyes downcast. “Wonder what happened to you, poor bastard,” he murmured quietly to himself. He reached out curiously, brushing his fingers across the engraved script, eyebrows furrowing slightly at the unfamiliar name.

[punkandundead]

This wasn't a bad habit, this was alright. Kieren kept telling himself so at least. He had a rag tucked into his fisted palm and a bottle of polish poking out of his jacket pocket. Someone had to slave and scrub the grime from the front of the 'RICK MACY' emblazoned on white wood to mark his final resting place. He just couldn't stand the idea of Rick not having anyone to do it for him, his whole family gone. No proper friends other than him left. So as long as his fingers responded he'd duck down to clean the weather off of the plaque. He'd turned, thinking he was alone, and spotted Simon crouched by fresh dug earth. He deserted his task, approached on the other side of the mound, heavy boots making a clumsy 'thud.' He tilted his head, read the name to himself. He vaguely recognized the surname. "D'you do this often?" Kieren asked, before even announcing himself "Simon Monroe, come out for a sticky-beak at the newly dead, what's it a hobby? Bit morbid," He looked at Simon properly then, bit of a grin on his lips. "Personally I come out 'ere to see people I actually know, but that's just me."

[punkandundead]

whatdonormalpeopledo:

Simon looked at him and smiled softly. As long as he and the other made it days where the two could hang out. It wasn't often that he made time for others - Simon never usually did, until he met Amy. She was important to him- and he loved her, too, but not like that. "Good with words or not; being helpful is still needed." So what if Kieren was not so good with words. Over time! He would become the best person with words.

"If you have been at drugs for as long as I have, you will want to change. You will want to make it up to those you love so dear.." Simon mumbled. He loved his mother so much - and leaving as a teen under the influence of drugs wasn't a smart idea. Sure he hated life, but he just.. never thought it through he supposed.

Simon moved his hand from Kieren's, grabbing his coffee cup and sipping on it. "You've got some motivation. That's a big step to becoming better. You found your motive." He said sweetly almost, beaming as he flashes a look towards the other. "Now you have more to talk about to get through it better." Simon added, biting at his muffin he had ordered.

"We're talking now." He said. "Anything you want to get out?"

Kieren was bad at that. He was bad at keeping track of people, he'd write their numbers on his hand and he'd take them home and he'd stare at them long enough to have the numerals imprinted to the back of his lids before he rubbed them off. It wasn't because he didn't want friendship, it was because he was a burden on anyone he made friends with. He'd never clicked with a stranger though, as he seemed to with Simon now, he wouldn't 'lose' his number. He had the distinct feeling, though, that it wasn't friendship Simon wanted from him. He wasn't sure how he should feel about that. He wasn't going to assume anything, but he didn't get long looks like that from Amy. "Dunno about.. helpful, does willingness to help count? If that case, yeah, helpful, me." 

Kieren winced slightly, not because the idea bothered him, or Simon's words, it wasn't that, it was more so that hair-line trigger reaction of guilt-twinge, Simon had a better idea of what he was doing than Kieren, with far less reason. "Yer like a poster boy for turn arounds," He joked, a lopsided smile on his face. He nodded when Simon pointed out he had his motivation, "Yeah.. well, let's hope my 'motivation' starts talkin' to me before her birthday gets here." His finger tapped against his mug absently. Still nursing his first drink, he still didn't think he could eat, the drink was already turning in his stomach.

He blinked at the question. "Um.. yeah, no I don't think I've got anything else, pretty much spat it all out in one go didn't I." He started, but then he stopped, picked up again. "How much did Amy tell you? About me an' Rick, I mean."

[thereiswhatibelieve]

"Of course I could. Would you like me to do anything specific?"

[punkandundead]

"Considering you're already basically.. model quality handsome, you really only need to stand there. 'Less you wanted to be adventurous and sit."

[lousyfighter-deactivated2015081]

"I want to stop now because I realised that using drugs to hide my sorrows wasn't doin' anythin'.." Simon says as he gives Kieren another look. His embrace was just a hint of charisma from the male; he did not mind it at all. Simon gave Kieren a light pat on the hand and pulled his hand away, bringing his hand back to him. He then reached for the cup when the waitress came back, thanking her and pulling it over. He set a milk and a spoon of sugar in, stirring it all. "I was killin' myself more and more each day.' Simon exhaled, looking at him as arm. He had shot drugs up his arm; that was it really. Simon was never a fan of snorting, but he had done it. Same goes for weed; he bad done it. He just really hated his life! And was depressed. And with his mother dying; that wasn't helpful at all. "My Mum always tried helping me; tried talking to me and dealing with me the same way a mother would.." he paused, "It was selfish of me to keep at something I knew I was hurtin' my Mum with." Simon did not want to see Kieren going through that. It was a terrible thing to go through. Especially when you realised that you were dying and wanted to change your ways. "But I'm depressed, too.. and it didn't help. But since she died, I've told myself that I will change for my Mum." Maybe Kieren would take a chance and try that himself..

"At first it was just myself." He said suddenly. Maybe, just maybe, the two of them could help each other out. "We can fight together, if you're up for it." Simon tucked a hand back between his crossed arms. "You'll get over it. I'll help you."

[punkandundead]

Kieren's fingers twitched, it was so rare that anyone made casual contact with him like that, not that he didn't like it. That wasn't it. It was just that when Simon did it, when he held his hand and he patted it it felt personal. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. "That's gutsy, considerin' how long you've been using, I mean... not many people just come out with it." He answered, looking down at his hot chocolate, only half empty. He looked up when Simon spoke again. "So yer fixing it now? Jesus that's.. big," He blew out a breath, "I don't know about my mum.. we don't really- we're not the sort of family to say, we don't come out with stuff, normally it's all very quiet, kept closed up." He couldn't think of a way to explain it.  Kieren had became an enigma in his own home. His family danced around him, all but Jem. "You're braver than I am, then, you've just hopped to it.. I've been going months and I've gotten nowhere." He sighed, "Not nearly as far as you've gotten without it. The therapy and- what have you." 

He looked up when Simon spoke again, his mouth opening long before he knew what to say. "Thanks," Came tumbling, before he added. "I dunno.. maybe I'll be more motivated then," He shrugged his lanky shoulders. "Hope your right.. anything I can help with back, y'know.. just say the word." He took another sip of his drink, "I'm not nearly as good with words as yo are, but I might not be totally useless."

[lousyfighter-deactivated2015081]

"Nonsense." Kieren had no reason to apologize. He was such a sorry-butt; it was cute. Although he didn’t need to be sorry. Simon wasn’t bothered be it at all, to be quite honest. Simon grabbed his coffee mug once more and looked up to the waitress once she came over, asking her for a basket of fries. The two of them could share, if he really wanted to. Once she left, he looked back at Kieren and shook his head again. "You’re hurt; I understand. My Mum died a year ago." He said as he looked to Kieren. This meant that he’d have to explain why he was doing something now. Simon straightened his back and bit his bottom lip. "That’s how you feel, and I understand; it must be hard losing a mate as close as Rick." Simon said as he looked at Kieren and shuffled himself. He was 100% okay with Kieren’s answer; he understood. "It’s not easy, I must say. But you’ll get through with it.."

Simon twirled his fingers around the loop of the cup and looked into it. He realised there was no coffee, and set it down on the end of the table and gave him a look. “It takes time… and we can get through it together.” Simon says. He’s hesitant, but he reaches forward and places his hand upon the others. He keeps his eyes on Kieren; obviously his charisma slipping through his voice. Not that he meant it to; his obvious small crush on Kieren was slipping through.

[punkandundead]

He was somewhat shocked at how open, how willing Simon was to listen to him. He'd always been closed down outside the doctor's office, his parents wanted him better but wouldn't listen, his relationship with Jem was strained, and there was nothing Amy hadn't heard from him before. But Simon was so genuine, understanding, he took in a deep breath. "Yeah but your mums so.. recent, I've just been going at this forever." Kieren pointed out, nodding, before he spoke again. "I feel like I wont...Bet everyone says that, first time their in love, that they're never gunna get over it," He felt stupid even saying it. He twigged to something, though a moment after. "She died a year ago, yeah? What made you want to fix things now, the drugs 'nd everything? Why do you want to stop it now? Not that it's a bad idea, obviously." Kieren asked, trying to be as useful to Simon in return, he knew his words were clumsy, that he didn't have much of a confident bone in his body left, not so much anymore. 

Now Kieren was sure he couldn't be imagining things, surely Simon was being more friendly then he needed to be if he just meant to be friends. Kieren so doubted because he had such little confident in his own appeal. "Yeah." He managed, giving him a brief smile. Simon was charismatic, Kieren wished he had that. "Me n'you againt the world is it?" He teased, a half smile taking his lips.

[lousyfighter-deactivated2015081]

"Fair enough." He says as he gives the blond a look about the caffeine comment. Simon didn't need caffeine; he had drugs. "Amy and I are the hosts. I'll be there, too." Simon insisted. He gave Kieren a quick look and brought a hand around his coffee cup, raising it up to his lips and sipping from it. Simon set his cup down and proceeded to talk to Kieren about the party that was bound to happen later. "You should go." Simon said as he looked down at the menu he had forgotten the waitress brought over. Woopsie; it was a good idea to look amd get some food. Simon glances down at the menu, eyes locked on it as he reads it. While he's looking down, he thinks about their little game-conversation they had. Maybe they can play more of it, give Kieren all the more reason to spill his heart out and give Simon a description of his life. Kieren was a locked door that needed to be opened, and Simon was the crowbar, it seemed, slowly opening Kieren up around the edges. Maybe Simon should be his doctor! Oo; he wasn't trained, and besides, he wasn't in the best of conditions either. Simon gave Kieren a look and exhaled. The looks he was giving were probably creeping the hell out of Kieren, so he stopped.

"I'd be more than happy to meet up with you." He said as he took another sip of his coffee. He and Kieren meeting up might be the best thing; the two of them could talk about many things. Simon straightened his back. "--What I also wanted to say," he paused. "Was.. I'm sorry about Rick. Amy told me what happened." He said as he gave the other a soft smile.

[punkandundead]

Kieren felt a little more certain that he'd go, he hadn't been sure before. Now, knowing Simon and Amy would be there, regardless of how little he knew Simon, he felt more comfortable with him than anyone other than Amy. He sipped his hot chocolate, and pondered the menu just so his eyes had a place to settle. He wasn't sure he wanted to eat, his stomach was far too knotted for him to eat even something small. His hunger was null, he was rarely hungry now, lost appetite enough that his mother was constantly putting food in front of him whenever he was there. "Think I will now I know you're going, wont be stranded if Amy toddles off.." Kieren answered, nodding, he tilted his head up and smiled, didn't find the looks creepy so much as he was a little embarrassed, probably reading it wrong.

He had been glad for a moment, but it was gone in the next. Amy had told Simon. He knew about Rick. He knew about him, Kieren. He was hesitant to speak, his fingers tightened, turning his knuckles white around the mug. "Don't be... I should be over it by now," Kieren replied, pursed his lips and peered into the steaming hot chocolate in his hands. "Thank you, though... I forgot Amy knew," He said softly, "I've wanted t'get out of here ever since." When he looked up, and Simon was smiling softly, he couldn't help but smile back, "Jesus you must be sick of 'earing about mopey old me. You've got a lot more goin' on then all my trivial bullshit."

[lousyfighter-deactivated2015081]

Watching as the blond walks in, he tells the waitress, who had just sat him down that his mate was here, and she nods and walks off. Simon slips his jacket off, setting it on his chair and nodding to Kieren as he is near the table. “No thanks; I’ll get a coffee.” He said as he gave Kieren a small smile. Whatever Kieren wanted, he could get; Simon would pay for it all in the end. Once the both of them were settled, he watches as the coffee comes to the table and he takes it, thanking the waitress as she walks away. His half lidded eyes looking to Kieren as he takes in his beauty. Simon just was taken back by the others appearance, and he barely knew the guy! Plus, Kieren looked interesting… his life seemed complex, and because Simon’s was too, he could relate.

"What I wanted to talk to you about.." he started, watching as the waitress can back to order Kieren’s drink. He looked at the other and ordered a hot chocolate, the waitress leaving to get the desired drink. "is.. the party Amy and I are putting together." Maybe if he mentioned Amy’s name, Kieren would know that yes, Simon also knew Amy just like he did, and it wouldn’t be weird at all! "Are you going? Has she asked you?" He figured he’d ask, of course.

At this point, he hoped smelling like smoke wasn’t a turn off to Kieren.

[punkandundead]

It never crossed his mind that Simon might think anything of the way he looked, he wrote off the looks he gave him, the sweeping gazes and up-downs, Kieren's self esteem was utterly non-existent, he seemed to apply his own thoughts immediately to whoever he met. This was no different. He had of course noticed Simon's particularly good looks, he was older, but that wasn't a deterrent. Not that Kieren had many of those thoughts - or more over he tried to ignore them. He could hardly assume Simon would be remotely interested like that. They'd only just met, after all, and Kieren was still heart broken... wasn't he? Five years on, was it worth it, carrying that around? Kieren stopped his thoughts before they got ahead of him. "I'm trying to cut back on the caffeine, not sleeping the best," Kieren answered, giving a single shouldered shrug, eyes flickering to the table top. He bit the inside of his cheek.

He blinked when Simon ordered for him but he didn't speak, he didn't comment on it. He just settled his slender hands in his lap and twisted a jacket thread around his finger absently, then Simon spoke, he had to concentrate, so he tried to make an attentive expression. Luckily his drink came then and he could busy his hands. "Hm?" Kieren said when the older came out with it, the mug pressed to his lips. Amy? He seemed to relax just hearing her name. "I didn't know you were friends with Amy," He dumbly said, realising late it was no wonder he had no idea. They weren't well acquainted. "Oh- yeah, well she told me about the party, she said I could come but.. I dunno, I mean I wouldn't really know anybody." Kieren answered, pausing, before he said, "Other than the two of you, of course." He thumbed the mug, before he spoke, "I'd go if you went.. then I'd at least know somebody if Amy ducked off, or er- if you wanted to go an' sort of- meet up." Kieren didn't think he delivered that well. 

He'd sat long enough now to notice the distinct scent of ash, but he wasn't too bothered, he used to smoke with Rick, had only ever given it up when he died. He kind of liked it, in a weird way, if anything.

[lousyfighter-deactivated2015081]

"Yeah, it's good, don't worry." Simon said through the conversation. It was a good thing Kieren never thought it was bad. Simon gave Kieren a sigh and thought about a place to meet. He thinks for a moment, and ponders on an idea of where they could meet. He thinks for a moment, placing another coin in and coming up with a place. "The cafe. In the small plaza." Simon, once he had moved to Roarton, had taken some time to explore the area. He figured that since he needed to get to know the area since he was going to live there, why not? Kieren could explore the rest of the area with Simon, of course. Simon wouldn't mind that at all!

"I'll see you there in ten minutes." That would give him a chance to walk over to the meeting spot. Checking his butt pocket, he confirmed to himself that he had his wallet and swallowed. He pulled out a cigarette and placed it upon his mouth. "See you then." He said as he hung up the phone, starting on his way as he quietly treads through the snow covered roads and sidewalks.

He wondered how Kieren's appointment went. How he did with the doctor, how much he talked about.. all that good stuff you would want to hear about. Simon was sure to ask him, then ask him his question; or maybe just make small talk first. It's not like they were best friends; not like Amy and Kieren.

When he got to the café, he silently waited.

[punkandundead]

"Cafe, plaza, got it." He said, a little breathy, since he'd been holding his breath, apparently, felt stupid for it soon as he let it out. "I'll see you." He just managed to get in before the line went dead. Kieren very rarely did something like this, when he did it was with Amy, and that was different, he couldn't say what made it like that. Only that Simon he didn't know as well, firstly, so the public forum was relieving, secondly that there was some sort of mutual understanding between them; so much that Kieren had blurted his near life story in minutes. He'd tugged a coat on, scribbled down where he was going if for some reason he forgot in a panic or hurry. It took him about as long as the time allowance Simon had given to get there, he was one or two minutes late, but he tried not to worry about that. His hands were turning pale with the weather, and they stung when he was enveloped in the warmth and sweet-eat scent of the cafe. He shook them, tried not to glance around too obviously. 

He couldn't disguise the expression or relief on his face when he caught sight of the mans distinctive dark head, he carefully navigated across the room to the table he'd taken up, "Hey." He started, dropping down on one of the stools opposite, "Hope you 'aven't been here long, I took the scenic route," He joked, to account for the minutes he was late, "Have you ordered? My hands're freezin'... I was thinking of getting hot chocolate, if you wanted some?" 

[lousyfighter-deactivated2015081]

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[lousyfighter-deactivated2015081]

Simon waited a bit as he listened to Kieren fiddle around in the background of the phone. He listened as he heard a womans voice- probably Kieren's Mum judging by the voice. He listened as he suddenly heard nothing, then a breath and Kieren was back back on. He gave a small sigh and exhaled, "No worries, I don't mind it." He says as he shuffles the phone in his hand. He counted up the time the phone gave in the back of his head, ready to put in more if needed. "She must be happy to hear that you've got a mate." He says as he slips another coin in. What the others situation was, he didn't know, but he knew that he himself was on limited time. He really needed to get himself a cellphone; but he just... didn't see a point, since all of his friends left, and his father was angry with him right now. And if himself and Kieren were to be friends, they lived close, so meeting up wasn't hard. "I called you on a payphone.. don't have a cellphone." He said as he tightened his grip on the phone.

"So I'm limited on time." He says as he shuffles. What was he doing, calling Kieren and expecting a short conversation. How silly of himself, to expect that. He looks around as he sighs. "Maybe you and I can meet up, take a walk and talk about a few things." He was confident the both of them could walk. Perhaps, if Simon got a chance, he could tell Kieren about the party he and Amy were throwing. It would be a party for them and their friends. He would sure hope Kieren was coming along. "I've got something I'd like to talk to you about." He speaks through, awaiting an answer back as he waits quietly.

Or if they needed to, they could go and sit in a local café.

[punkandundead]

A payphone? That sort of explained it to him, he couldn't just whip out his phone whenever he wanted, that did however leave a spike of anxiety in his gut, there was no return number; he couldn't call Simon, he was at his mercy. He didn't oppose the idea entirely, it might be best he couldn't contact the other at the drop of a hat, he might soon grow sick of hearing from him that way. It wasn't as if Kieren had many friends, in fact, he'd had barely two through his entire schooling, and after Rick's death that had dwindled to none, and then barely reached a one because of a persistent girl he'd met at the GP's. It was no wonder his mum had been surprised, but Kieren didn't say that, knew how pathetic it sounded even to himself. He leaned against the house, tried not to bite his nails. "I can make it quick." He tried, trying to think of what he could possibly say on a time constraint.

Then Simon suggested that, and Kieren nodded, realised stupidly that Simon couldn't see him so he spoke, "Yeah, yeah that sounds great actually." He managed, clearing his throat a little. "where d'you want me t' meet you?" He asked, felt an odd stirring sensation in his stomach when Simon spoke about the 'something' he wanted to talk about. Kieren hoped it was good, at this point, he'd like to keep a hold of a friend more than a day. "Talk to me about something? Sounds ominous.. something good I hope," He aimed to sound light, and for once he thought he'd achieved it.

[punkandundead]


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[lousyfighter-deactivated2015081]

He peers back at the doctor and feels their hands together. His attention snapping back to Kieren once he realises that yes, Kieren was holding his hand and it was probably awkward for their doctor. Good thing Simon didn't see him until.. two days from now; yeah. He gives Kieren a look and gives a smile, shuffling as he follows Kieren. A hand goes in his pocket as he watches him write his number, then he's being offered it and he takes it, glancing to it. Simon looks up and goes to thank him, but is cut off when the two of them are in the office; starting their meeting. Simon hated meetings sometimes; and he was beginning to despise doors, too. Not literally of course. Simon stuffs the number into his pocket and slides a pack of cigarettes out. He slides one out and puts it in his mouth, putting the pack away as he lights it up into the wintery day of their Christmas, festive season. He takes a drag as he heads back to the bungalow where he knows Amy will be.

When he arrives there, she's there, and they talk long hours about Kieren Walker and how he is so great. Then talk about Phillip, or how handsome Simon is (Amy is obviously saying this), and then you have normal chatter. Then when he sees the time, he remembers to call Kieren and makes for the payphone. On a wintery day like this, you would want to talk inside. It may not be bad; but it was cold. So he steps in, pulls out the piece of paper and pushes the number in, feeding the phone its money as he listens to it ring. Silently, he waits. Worry filling his mind. What uf it was his parents? What if it was a fake number; then he may never see Kieren again! What if Kieren was just hooking a friend up? He knew he wasn't, but these all played in his head. Typical, of course. Simon listens as the last ring goes; and before he can confirm its done; he hears a phone being picked up.

So he speaks. "Hello, Kieren?" He asks, just in case.

[punkandundead]

The hours dragged, but Kieren's appointment ran more smoothly than it had ever before, maybe it was because of all the things he'd already blurted to a near complete stranger, had it sorted in his head, knew just what it was he should say for once. For the first time he felt as if he'd made some progress in it. He'd tried. He'd only said a 'hey' to Jem before she'd been gone, out the door. He'd sat in the kitchen with the same mug of tea in his hand talking about small nothings with his parents for a good hour and a half, his phone didn't ring, it didn't buzz. He was starting to worry, though, once he'd left, where had Simon had got to? It shouldn't matter, it wasn't as if he was obligated to call him, they'd been the only two there, for all Kieren knew Simon had scrunched his number up and left with no intention of ever calling.Maybe it had only ever been a game. He didn't trust enough. And then it rang, sitting on the bench plugged in to charge for good measure, Kieren stood clumsily, knocking his chair back in the process, he made a few non-committal sounds to his mothers suggestions of family lunch and pressed the 'accept' button when he didn't recognize the number.

"Hello? Yeah this is Kieren," He answered quickly, certain it was Simon, who else would have his number that possessed such a firm Irish lilt? "That Simon? Not that I make a habit of givin' m'number out to strange blokes," Kieren joked, noticing his mothers questioningly glance, he turned his back to her with his nose wrinkled, "Wasn't sure you'd ring, took yer time." He added, a teasing note to the light chastisement.  "Who's Simon?" Sue hissed at him in a stage whisper, Kieren lowered the phone. "A mate, mum, can you just give us a minute?" He answered, almost walked off with the charger still plugged in. Once he was standing in his own backyard he quickly pressed the thing back to his ear. "Sorry, dropped back home, mum being nosy, think she's surprised I've got anyone to call me at all."

[punkandundead]

"And then there's you..."

[lousyfighter-deactivated2015081]

"Been playin' it for years." Simon said as he cupped his hands together and sighed. The more he thought about Kieren's reason, the more Simon was glad that Kieren, this complete stranger, was going to the doctor to see about his depression and issues. "If she's your motive, then you should tell that to our doctor. He'd like to know, I'm sure." He pushes the palms of his hands together and bites his bottom lip in awe. He was surprised he could get so much from Kieren and barely know the other. I guess, in a way, it was good to know that Kieren was willing to be so open to him. But he had to give his doctor a chance, too. Simon shuffled in his seat as he removes his hands from one another and helps himself up. He peers over to Kieren before stepping in front of him and holding his hand out to the others. Perhaps the two of them could go for a walk to the cafeteria and grab themselves some water. They'd be back in time for the doctor. "Let's go for a walk. Get some water; we'll be back in time; I promise."

Even of they didn't make it back in time, he was sure the doctor would call and ask where Kieren was; Kieren had a phone, right? Well that didn't matter; Simon had one if they really had to contact them. Now, Simon wasn't saying he would accept the offer; he was just hoping.

But his hopes of a walk were soon dropped when the doctor opened his door. Well; maybe after his appointment? Simon would go to his, too, then they both could meet up? "Oh - nevermind."

[punkandundead]

He was right, this guy - this 'Simon Monroe', Kieren should tell his doctor. He should tell his doctor a lot of things. He nodded, to show he at least took the comment on board. He watched the older draw to his feet and offer his hand, which he took. Simon's hand was warm, his palm wasn't rough but it wasn't supple either. Kieren's hand fit in it well. He stood, and for a moment he stood with his hand settled in Simon's before he remembered himself and drew it back, slipped it into his pocket. Before he could so much as agree the door opened, and Simon seemingly withdrew his offer. Kieren bit his lip, glanced between the door and Doctor Russo standing at it, and Simon.

"I've got nowhere to be after this, if you're similarly er.. un-engaged, we could get a rain-check?" He asked, taking a few steps toward the open office door, "I mean I can't just take off completely, we didn't finish the game and I'm sort of a sore loser, so," Kieren dug into his jacket pocket, drew out a half broken pen and a small tattered sketchbook out. Ripping one of the corners out he scribbled his number down, wrote underneath 'Kieren' and offered it to the man. "That's my phone number...if you use that sort of thing." He said, dark eyes flickering up to meet Simon's blue. Once it was pressed safely into his hand, he turned. "Might see yer, then." Kieren almost grinned. Before he disappeared, closed on the other side of the office door. 

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       ❛ Kier — y’alright?

                   Your hands. They’re shakin’. ❜

[punkandundead]

"Hm? Oh.. er, yeah, 'm fine." He quickly sputtered. This was what he'd been afraid of. The tremor wasn't a subtle tremble, but a shake now, and despite sitting on them, shaking them out, and rubbing them over they continued to mover independent of anything he'd tried. He refused to worry, christ, after everything? Amy's funeral, Roarton on the fringes of civilized society, the supposed 'second rising' the last thing anyone needed was another brick in the wall. Especially Jem, Kieren would rather play this disconcert close to his chest, carry the world in favor of letting a single other thing bother her. Yet here they sat. Kieren balled his fists, but the shudder continued regardless. "S'probably just a dosage thing, maybe I over did it this morning,  thought I'd try that neurotryptoline plus stuff, probably just not used to it yet." He felt -or imagined- the stab in his chest at lying to her. 

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