Action | Video / Laptop | Forward Dated to Wednesday Afternoon

[youngestone]

ACTION: CLOSED TO FAMILY/ANYONE AT THE THORSSON'S

[Killian has been missing for about three days.

Only not really. He was at Isabela’s on Monday for a shower and food and he’s been at his mom’s grave pretty much every other night and pointedly avoiding parts of the city that his family and friends frequented. Part of him knows running off was really, really stupid but the other part of him…

Well, when you spend eighteen years being raised in a family whose answer to trouble was “pack up and move”, you pick up some bad habits. He was too scared to actually leave, but he had to not be around people he knew. Everything he’d touched since about October quickly turned to shit, and it was only getting worse. His mom dying, Aaron going off Network, getting Fil involved here, giving Thorir bad news, giving Hjalti worse news, that...incident with Ariel and the shower, his grandparents...what was he thinking, trying to make a life here?

Still, he really should have taken his phone when he bolted Sunday morning. It’s hard to check the bus schedule without 4G, after all, and it had all his pictures of Mom on it. So on Wednesday, when he’s pretty sure no one’s home, Killian sneaks back to Thorir’s house to get his phone.

Only to be promptly set upon by the twins and Thalfi and then promptly pinned to the floor and sat on with an "Afi told us to sit on you if you came back so we’re gonna sit on you since you came back". This is where he is when someone comes home--underneath the twins, the Leonberger, and his very affronted cat.]

NETWORK

[After a shower, a lecture, and a good few tears, Killian gets on his laptop]

Uh. I’ve been found. I’m back. No need to look for me anymore.

[No apology for leaving since really, he’s not sure who cares beyond his family]

Comments

[siesinddasessen]

Currently.

[She's kind of place-hopping, has been for a while now. At least she doesn't rely on people's couches and workplace backrooms anymore, having found a tiny apartment that someone wanted to sublet until the autumn.]

[espigeonage]

Cool. You can always come back here if you have to. I can't keep it up as well as I used to, but there's still another room if it gets cleared out.

[siesinddasessen]

You still live at home?

[That surprises her.]

What's up with all those pulses that you had? Don't the neighbours want to kick you out?

[espigeonage]

Oh well some of the ones I *had* would have wanted to, but they had their own more successful exoduses from the city after the snake showed. Management likes me and is desperate not to have more paying lodgers up and leave, so I just had to court remaining neighbors until they stopped freaking at me on the stairs.

[siesinddasessen]

Sounds great.

How's the family? [Not your, not our... she's not sure what to make of it. And it's not like she cares. But it seemed somewhat important to him before, and she has to admit that she's a bit curious. Not aloud, obviously. And she certainly isn't interested in his mental well-being past what will be useful to her.]

[espigeonage]

Family's doing fine. No word from Memere yet, which is probably good. Mom sent a card.

My sister came down for my birthday, just for the weekend. She said she forgives me for the press. They still try and surprise her in public, but she raises a scene and embarrasses them.

[siesinddasessen]

So not moving back in with you.

[espigeonage]

Nope. She's got things going on out there and doesn't miss the excitement.

[siesinddasessen]

How horribly sane.

I'll see you around, then.

[espigeonage]

She's more sensible than most of the people here.

Okay. Call me sometime. I can feed you here and there, but you'll have to tell me beforehand so I can set aside something absolutely bland.

[siesinddasessen]

I don't need feeding.

[She doesn't want him to consider her close. Doesn't want anything from him that speaks of stronger bonds than of mutual economic interest, or the need to work together in a desperate situation.

And with that the feed clicks off.]

[espigeonage]

[He'll wonder why that didn't lead to another round of her scorning spices, just send Well, I'm here anyway. and move on.]