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[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.