Finn was returning from work, again. When he reached the third floor, he caught sight of a girl standing at Kieran’s door. He thought back to what Liadan told him.
“…are you Devlin, by any chance?” Finn asked her. She turned around and looked at him.
“Yes. Kieran’s neighbor?”
“Yes. Finn,” he said, then added, “Blake.”
“Aha. Do you know where Kieran is?” she asked him.
“No, I just got back, myself.”
“Hm, alright. Thanks,” she said, heading towards the stairs.
“Wait!” Finn said. She paused.
“Do you… think I could talk to you for a bit?”
They sat in a diner across the street. Devlin wanted something to eat, and Finn wanted to talk somewhere else, thinking Kieran might show up. The diner was small and quiet, walls covered in kitschy decorations and novelties.
“What did you want?” Devlin asked, glancing over the menu.
“It’s about Kieran.”
“I figured as much,” Devlin replied. She noticed Finn’s confused look.
“He’s the only connection we have.”
“I guess so.”
“So what’s up with him?”
The waitress stopped by, asking for the order.
“A club sandwich and a hot chocolate, please.”
“Just coffee, for me.”
The waitress left with their order, and Finn went back to their conversation.
“He’s… tried to kill himself before, right?”
“…yes. He hasn‘t for a while, though…”
“I think he may have been considering it a few days ago…”
Devlin was looking out the window. She asked him, “Why do you think that?”
“He had a gun.”
She turned her head quickly, eyes widened. She then narrowed them, resting her forehead on her hand and letting out a sigh.
“I swear, I’m gonna kill him. Not… literally, of course…”
“How long has he been like this?”
“Since he was younger than me.”
“Has anyone ever done anything about it?”
“His parents tried sending him to therapy after his first attempt… he improved, a bit, or maybe he was just careful about seeming that way. But that didn‘t last.”
“You know, the first time we talked, he told me he didn’t have anyone to stay with… which was why I let him stay with me until he got his key back. What about his parents and the rest of his family?”
“His parents are dead.”
“Oh… I didn’t--”
“Yeah. I know. The rest of the family… is kind of complicated. They don’t really want anything to do with him. I actually have to hide that I’m meeting him, which has been pretty difficult, for a while… but I’m starting to get more opportunities.”
“That’s awful…” Finn said.
Neither of them said anything. They watched the street outside the window as they waited for the waitress to return.
“Do you… think you can help him?”
“I know I’m trying.”
Assorted morning sketches including WIP -
4 months ago