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After this, Kevin is in his work area at the back of the infirmary.

He's working on Darien's cure. Not hiding. Of course not.

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But he's not the only one working on it!

-- actually, that's not why Claire's here, even if it is true.

It's more like she heard yelling and followed.

"Kevin."

[ooc: not here for so very long, but slowtime is love?]

He looks up at her, almost but not quite blankly, and tries to smile.

"Claire. Hi."

[exactly. :) I have class on and off myself.]

"I don't ... really like to see my boys screaming at each other and then have issues getting either to talk to me. But I've always had issues getting Darien to talk to me."

She pats her new chromatograph, which has been sitting in here, idly, then puts her drink down and sits next to him.

"So please. Talk to me."

He sighs.

"I... don't even know how to explain what that was about."

"The beginning's a good place to start," she encourages.

"...well, that seems to be going back to when we were kids. Stuff I'd forgotten about, even, but it looks like Darien didn't."

[ooc: may very well not be back until tomorrow, when I go. that okay?]

[of course, hon. :> I cannot control other people's lives. or, considering yesterday's sudden loss of power, mine. or the weather.]

"He didn't have as much to remember. You've been to so much school it sucks life right out of your mind. I'm a victim of the same."

Kevin nods, with a rueful smile.

"He said... there was a paper he'd done, I can't've been more than fourteen, so I was getting used to how busy college was... he wanted me to look at it, I think, and I told him no. And I think he took it like I was too busy for him."

[ooc: and now I run away. later! *snugs*]

"Fourteen. College. I can see how that in itself would be really awkward. I think I'd have killed people if I was in college at fourteen."

At sixteen she was so much more grown up, of course.

Kevin nods, momentarily sidetracked from Darien.

"It was... challenging. Although that was kind of a nice change, after high school."

"Which I can just see you sleeping through. My question is -- why're you being the recluse? You live here. Darien doesn't. No need to shelter yourself."

Kevin shrugs and says, knowing how weak it sounds, "I... had work to do. And I didn't want Darien to feel like he can't be here."

"He shouldn't. It's not either yours or his," Claire sighs. "And you realize how stuck in the middle I am, right?"

Kevin nods, glancing down.

"I know. And I'm sorry."

"It's not really your fault. Or his. Besides, I'm good at dancing around subjects."

She ruffles his hair. It's the vantagepoint. And she rarely gets the chance to do something that annoying.

He startles at that, then smiles up at her ruefully.

"Thanks."

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