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[supermarket]

( oh.

he hadn't really considered that. he thinks back to the hunger he'd felt a couple days before that, which had terrified him over what it could possibly mean.

it wasn't that he was going rabid at all. )

I...think so? I think it's worth a try.

[medals]

[she holds him at arms length and gives a gross, watery grin. she still remembers how he takes his tea; more than that she remembers how he takes his toast, his eggs. she lets him go and rummages for two cups and sets about making them tea.

her own heart beats wildily in her chest, so nervous that she's ready to burst. there's still the possibility his body might reject the tea altogether; she tells herself she's prepared for that. after a minute and hands a cup over to him and craddles her own close to her chest.]

Get that down you.

[supermarket]

( he drinks it too fast. after five years, he's almost forgotten the rituals of blowing softly on the cup and waiting. he takes a sip too fast and feels it scald his lips.

but even that's not something he can complain about at the moment, because he felt it. and he does better the second time around, taking a smaller sip this time. )

Tastes just like I remember it.

( like home. )

[medals]

[she snorts; tea is so quintessentially home. with it comes memories of Sue, a cup in her hand and a gentle word being said. it's Steve, early in the morning, listening to the morning radio. Jem and Lisa, sixteen and suffering their first real hangover. she gets it.

she hasn't seen that sort of look on Kieren's face in such a long time, too. ]

The first cup always tastes the best.

[supermarket]

I missed this.

( there's a wistful quality to his voice, tempered by a slight melancholy. there's no one he can blame for everything he's missed except himself, but still.

he can feel the warmth of it slipping down his throat, through his chest. kieren's eyes close for a moment, just enjoying the rush of nostalgia it brings. )

[medals]

[she softens visibly as she watches him. for a moment she's caught up with how much she wishes their parents were here to see this. she imagines perfectly the tears and the relief; how happy Sue would be. how worried Steve would be.

she exhales it out. ]

I know.

[supermarket]

( seeing as there's a slight chance that he might end up crying over a cup of tea, kieren's quick to busy himself with some other topic to latch onto. )

D'you want any breakfast? I don't have any food in here, obviously. But we could go out.

[medals]

Yeah, I could eat.

[The question is: what?? ]

There might be somewhere that does a full English. Think you could stomach some fried eggs?

[supermarket]

( english breakfast. god, he can barely remember the taste of eggs and bacon and sausage, and that's a terrible shame, to be honest. )

It's been five years since I've had any bacon. I'm definitely going to try.