closed starter || adam callaghan || kieran o’shea / @wcldfire
in a few days---or hell, maybe even hours---adam would not be able to explain to himself why he did it. it was an impulse decision made shortly after he dressed himself in not the typical black-on-black with a little white collar, but civilian clothes, as a friend in seminary had called them. the cab drive to north-coast had been spent sitting quietly, hands clasped in his lap, internally rehearsing exactly what he was going to say when kieran o’shea answered the door.
the confidence remained as he walked through the lobby. it had been twelve years since he’d seen the man, and even then---did he really ever know him, beyond time spent together in adolescence? perhaps that was what made it so feel so easy to ask.
but as he finally did approach the door and he felt his knuckles knock knock against it, that comfortable confidence began to give way to a dangerous and all too familiar emotion: anger.
