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          beau wasn’t always around, but he was always a phone call away. when it came to his family, beau would have had no problem getting on the next plane out. but now he’s here, and all it takes if a fifteen minute drive. a small frown forms on his lips as his arm wraps around killian. ❝ i know, baby. ❞ his head rests on killian’s for a moment, fingers combing carefully through his hair. ❝ okay, then talk t’me about your day. ‘cause if y’don’t, you’re gonna be stuck listenin’ t’me ramble about the most unnecessary bullshit. ❞

          transitioning back into being the present older brother wasn’t as difficult as he’d imagined; however, it’s proven to be easier when there’s an ocean between him and his family. beau looks up at his brother, a brow raised. after a moment, he moves over to make room on the couch. ❝ c’mere, sit down, talk t’me. don’t go pullin’ tha’ hidin’ in your bedroom bullshit on me today. dad would’a kicked my ass if i did tha’ to him when i was younger. ❞ he throws an arm over the back of the couch, waiting. ❝ there’s gotta be somethin’ goin’ on, angel. ❞

          it’s been a while since he’s been in the states ( nearly a year, to be exact ), and he still finds himself at the mclaughlin’s more than his own home. with faith in preschool and beau being between jobs, he has more free time on his hands than he’d like to admit. he’s laying on the couch, an arm folded behind his head. he doesn’t bother to look up when the door opens, not until a familiar face turns the corner. ❝ ‘ey, sweetheart, ❞ he gives killian’s thigh a light punch as he walks by. ❝ are y’alright ? ❞

               @deansuilean // AHA.

          kellan knows macy isn’t as sick as she can usually get; she barely has a fever and she’s still running around like she isn’t sick at all. but he’s still her father, and the second she COUGHS, kellan begins to worry. he picks up around the living room as he waits, rolling his eyes with a fond grin when he hears macy complain about killian checking on her. ❝ she ain’t the nicest, is she ? ain’t the best listener, either. then again, neither is her brother. s’why he refuses to leave ‘er alone and let her rest. ❞ he tosses another toy into the basket when killian returns, pushing it into the corner with his foot. 

          kellan slips his phone back into his pockets, hands running through his hair. ❝ no, she’s, uh – she’s alright. it ain’t too bad, trust me. she’s still tryin’ to do all the shit she usually does; that girl ain’t gonna let the flu stop her. ❞ he drags a hand down his face, shrugging. ❝ y’can look at her if y’want, but she’s gonna be real pissed off about it. ❞

               @deansuilean // sc.

          ❝ yo, can y’do me a favor ? ❞ he jogs down the stairs quickly, eyes focused on the phone in hand. he looks up when he nearly runs into killian, offering him a quick smile. ❝ my girl, macy, uh – she’s sick, fuckin’ flu, man. if i give y’some cash, can y’run down to fuckin’ — CVS or some shit ? she won’t let me outta her sight when she’s awake, and i can’t exactly leave two seven year olds home alone, y’know ? ❞

          kellan isn’t particularly CLOSE to really anyone, at least not yet. it’s not that he’s new to this group, but they’re so tight knit that he doesn’t want to impose. it’s not his PLACE. the more lowkey he stays, the better. the less they know of him, THE BETTER. but hell, he can’t help but appreciate their kindness. despite their situation ( and his own ), they’ve managed to embrace him. kellan’s eyes are downcast once more, pushing the food around. ❝ yeah. they were three. they turned seven ‘bout four months ago. ❞ he smiles at bit, but the thought of missing BIRTHDAYS bringing a familiar ache to his chest. ❝ i dunno ‘bout all that, baby. but hey, whatever helps y’sleep at night, i guess. ❞

          killian’s the last person he’d expect to show up; hell, he’d expect the kid’s father before him. with that being said, kellan didn’t hesitate when it came to inviting him in. his kids are always wanting to meet someone new, and with the group kellan is currently associating with, killian would be the best one. he leans against the counter, taking a bite of food straight from the dish. ❝ yeah, uh – four years, since i saw ‘em last. ❞ he shrugs, focused on the food before him. ❝ i made ‘em dinner, but i cleaned up while they ate, so. ❞ he takes another bite, speaking with a MOUTHFUL this time around; he’s never been very polite. ❝ baby, y’don’t know much ‘bout me. what you see ain’t all of it. which is how it should be. ❞

          the LAST THING kellan expected was to spend time with his kids — when they’d showed up ( a displeased trinity in tow ), they BRAGGED about how they begged and begged until she brought them up. despite their relationship having ended on bad terms, kellan had vowed to be in his kids’ lives somehow. he hadn’t anticipated someone else POPPING UP, but thankfully, he managed to get marc and macy tired enough to lay down. when he returns, he’s running a hand through his hair, a tired smile briefly crossing his features.  ❝ ah, shit, man. that’s real sweet of her. tell her i said thanks, yeah ? ❞ he takes the dish quietly, setting it on the counter before searching for a fork. ❝ oh, uh – yeah, well. i hadn’t seen ‘em in a while, y’know. years. wouldn’t call myself a good guy, but i do alright. thanks. ❞

          ❝ hey, loser !! ❞ a proper greeting for one’s best friend, or so he assumes -- it’s what he’s called ivan for as long as he’s known him, at least. he’s got a good two inches on ivan now, made obvious as he squishes him in an air tight hug, a smile stuck to his features; which is nice to see compared to his normally bored expression. ❝ happy birthday, you garden gnome. ❞