#rian | interactions

Rian sighed, another bad night's sleep. At this point he was pretty sure that he drank so much coffee he was keeping the suppliers in business for several years. It wasn't as if he didn't want to sleep, but whenever he closed his eyes, the nightmares would start up. He should want to know who he was, he was sure he should want that. So why did he wish for a time when he didn't remember, and slept through the night?

But the bakery wouldn't open itself, and getting another coffee ready he had started his day, when he heard the door open. "Hi welcome in. What can I get for you?"

"Really?" Rian asked, not really having expected the statement, although he supposed he could understand the statement. Understand... not agree. "I suppose I thought they'd be more like... grandparents. Watching over all of us" not that he really knew, he'd never had any of his own, but the stories people told always made it sound so nice.

"Am I?" Rian asked, he wasn't really sure he believed that. Right now he just felt like a mess, and he didn't know what to do with it. "I don't feel like I am. I mean work is fine, but my personal life... I feel like it's just all falling apart right now" and he didn't know what to do with it.

Rian tilted his head at that, it seemed odd to him, but then he supposed he hadn't seen some of the things that he knew Alex must have seen. Dying was easy, surviving was so much harder, especially in the war that they were trying to get through. "So then, be half, if that is all you can be right now" it wouldn't change anything. Any part of Alex was more than he'd ever expected to see again.