Kaye watched the door as it closed, though he soon grew restless, a trait that he had for quite a while. He couldn't sit still for longer than a couple minutes, proven by the way he was pacing around his house, resisting the urge to bit his lip in thought. Is Simon alright? What if he bleeds out? Kaye thought, unable to keep worried…and almost protective thoughts out of his head.
It took a good twenty minutes, but when the last of the blood had been washed down the drain, Simon’s skin had knitted back together, a good deal of the bruises fading. The scars remained, a constant, painful reminder, though. He sighed in relief and dried himself off with a towel, slipping back into his clothes and opening the bathroom door.
Kaye paused, his brows knit in concern and a thoughtful frown on his face as he looked towards the door, hearing it finally crack open. He glanced up towards Simon, studying them for a moment as if he were looking for or trying to discern any cuts. "Are you o-" He started, though quickly cut himself off, noticing the trails of crimson on Simon's shirt. "Gods, are you still bleeding?"
“No, some of it got onto my shirt beforehand,” Simon reassured him, pulling his maroon hoodie over his head. “Sorry about that. I usually have my meds on me, but I must have ran out. Sorry.”
"It's fine. Do you need a different shirt? I can wash yours," Kaye proposed as he glanced up towards Simon, hoping that the other would bring their meds the next time. He didn't want the other to get hurt, and for him to not know what to do in case.
Simon shook his head, confused once again. Why did Kaye want to help him so much? “I figure I’ve caused you enough trouble, but thanks for the offer,” he replied sincerely, the skin of his back and shoulders still tingling.
Kaye nodded after a long moment, releasing a sigh as he glanced around his apartment in thought. Why did he care so much about what happened to Simon? Somehow he felt as if he would feel bad if he didn't help the other…especially if they were in pain.
"Sorry," he apologized again, glancing towards the door. He was beginning to get antsy, and figured Kaye was getting tired of his presence by now. "I should probably head out… thank for letting me stay over, and thanks for the breakfast and letting me use the bath."
"Right," Kaye nodded, opening his mouth to say something, though he quickly closed it soon after. He didn't want to bother Simon, and the other man probably wanted to leave anyway. "I'll see you around…hopefully," he added, though grimaced almost unnoticeably, realizing and thinking that Simon probably didn't want to see him again. It was just a one time thing, right?
Simon frowned slightly. Kaye continued to baffle him– did he really want him to stick around after everything that had happened? He shrugged awkwardly, rubbing at his knuckles. "Hopefully," he echoed before he could stop himself. "Thanks for everything."
(skip?)
(Yeah, probably. Where should they meet again? I was thinking the bar again so they could talk some more…and something could possibly happen later on)
Kaye nodded, a small smile crossing his features when he heard Simon say hopefully. Did that meet that they would possibly meet again? Part of him certainly hoped so.
(yeah sure, and ooh, 'something'. XD, what did you have in mind?)
Simone turned away before Kaye's infectious smile spread to his own face, raised a hand in farewell, and opened the front door. "See you soon, Kaye." And with that, he was gone.
(lol, I'm still thinking of this 'something.' Maybe it could be another fight or someone from either simon or kaye's past resurfaces? Any ideas?)
(maybe a fight with someone from one of their pasts? Someone to hint at either of their heritages? The person from their past gets drunk, sees them, is majorly pissed, etcetera?)
(yeah, that sounds good. should it be from simon's past since kaye was already in a fight?)
(Sure, good idea. Want me to start or do you want to?)
(I can start it off.)
Kaye was back at the bar the next late afternoon, a time where the sun was already dipping behind the buildings. The bar's lights were a lot dimmer than the outside, and he had been in here long enough that he had gotten used to the strong cigarette scent and yelling among the other customers. So far, he hadn't seen Simon since yesterday morning, and to distract himself from watching the door for each person who walked in, he kept himself busy by talking to a cute, dark haired boy. Kaye wasn't paying them much attention…though he still managed to laugh at a few comments and add some jokes into the conversation.
Sunset came, basking the city in a warm glow and pulling a light veil of dusk behind it, and Simon found himself wandering the streets once more. He turned corner after corner, his feet carrying him down streets and past alleyways until they stopped in front of a bar that was all too familiar. He frowned at himself, placing the odd feeling in his chest as a strange longing to see Kaye again, and pushed open the door with a long sigh.
Kaye's joking mood seemed to come out around the other man, a broad grin crossing his face as it seemed like he was telling the other a joke. Though, halfway through it, he glanced up and noticed a head of blond curls emerge from the bar's doorway before a thoughtful frown took his smile away. Was that…Simon? Kaye watched Simon for a few moments before the dark haired man next to him pulled him back into the conversation, though he continuously glanced up towards the familiar form. Was he supposed to go and say hello?
Simon’s eyes flitted around the dim bar almost against his will, scanning for a familiar face. He immediately wished they hadn’t— in the brief second he’d glimpsed Kaye he’d seen him talking, maybe flirting, with a dark-haired man. Why do you care so much? he asked himself, shaking his head and approaching the bartender to order a drink.
Kaye's mouth made an 'o' shape when he saw Simon's gaze stop on his for a few moments, though he was careful not to let the man next to him notice. Should he go and talk to them? What would he even say? Perhaps Simon had just come here for a drink…not for an acquaintance that he had only talked to for a few hours. After a few moments of softly biting the small patch of his lip away from the stitches, Kaye excused himself from the other man and began to make his way towards Simon. His steps a little off balance from the drinks, though he wasn't close to drunk.
Out of the corner of his eye, Simon caught a glimpse of Kaye approaching him. He inhaled sharply, pretending he hadn’t noticed, and turned to the bartender. Kaye probably didn’t want to talk to him— he just wanted to order another drink. At least, that’s what he told himself. Even so, he placed his order with his back to the other man, inviting him to make the first move.
Kaye felt a little awkward as he continued to walk towards Simon, realizing that he had no idea what he was going to say. Instead, in order to compose himself, he ordered another drink as he ran a hand through his messy hair, going to through possible responses.
"Guess we finally crossed paths again, huh?" Kaye finally said as he covered up his nervousness with a light grin. He looked over towards Simon as he leaned against the wooden bar, trying to regain his usual flirty personality…though somehow Simon made it very hard for him to do so.
Simon’s eyes shifted sideways, and a surprisingly unguarded grin formed on his lips, lopsided and laid back. “Hey, Kaye,” he greeted, raising his hand in a small wave. The other man looked… handsome, he supposed, casually so, an appealing sight.