sliceitwithwind

"Home then." Nevada agreed, tugging each seat belt to make sure the children were secure before starting up the jeep. "Give me a list, Dilan. I will get you supplies as long as you promise to listen when the others tell you to take a break."

"Cleaning things should be there already." Dilan says quietly, "And I'll listen. I'll stop when I have to. I'm gonna need boxes. And tape. And labels."

"Oh f...eldspar." Nevada ran a hand over his head as the implications sunk in "Dilan? Why don't you leave that part to other people?" he asked as gently as he could.

"Because she was my mom." Dilan says, firmly, "And nobody else can - nobody else can know what I do about what she'd want where."

"I don't know how to put it any other way kid but...that's going to hurt. A lot. Why don't you at least give it a few days? Things...things can wait." he was honestly considering giving the boy a shot of something hard. Make him sleep for a day...

Dilan looks down and leans on Braig some more, "I can't. I loved her. I don't do well at not moving."

"Alright." he was still considering the shot. He'd talk it over with the adults...but he also his solutions weren't always the best in regards to children. "I will be there to lift and carry then, once I pick up your supplies."

"Okay. Thank you." Dilan says, then falls into silence between his best friends.

Right now he was one of the adults who wouldn't be distracted by funeral needs and grieving. He could make all the children his priority. "When did you last eat on your trip Braig? I know we might not be able to get much into you three but we should probably try food once you're home."

"Like, lunchtime?" Braig says, "We were gonna try to stop at the chicken place on the way home."

"I just wanna go home."

"We are going home. Then I'm getting food delivered and you're going to try to eat a little. We'll figure out the rest from there." he could probably argue the chicken place into delivering.

Dilan nods a little bit and pulls Aya closer. JUST IN CASE.

"Braig, you can give me a list of usuals from the chicken place?" Nevada asked simply, letting the other two cuddle without distraction. "...comfort foods?" that was what was called for.

"And here we are. I can carry you again Dilan, if you want."

"I can walk." he says softly.

"Yes, Uncle Nevada. I'll mark the ones for Dilan, too - they do his raw for him."

"Thank you" he did lift each child out of the jeep again, and he really didn't see how the boy was going to walk well with Aya clinging to him but...it wasn't far.

"I don't know when your parents will return...but I'll stay until then."

The three of them are going to walk slowly. And carefully. Braig lets go when Aya and Dilan are settled on the couch, grabbing the chicken place's menu and taking highlighters to it.

"The stuff I like is in yellow. Aya's favourites are in blue. Dilan's favourites are in purple." he says seriously as he hands the menu to Nevada, "Mom and dad like anything in the 'baked' section." he blinks repeatedly when he catches himself prior to adding in Lenna's favourites.

"Thank you Braig" Nevada squeezed his shoulder gently in gratitude then glanced towards the couch "Alright, a light blanket and a movie you guys like?" It was too warm for a heavy blanket, but they were comforting and...

...and there his knowledge kinda ran out?

"Nothing sport-like." Dilan says firmly, "Ayay hates those. Um. Action?"

"I can get that." Braig says, moving to set things up, "Can you get Aya's Moogle?"

Nevada covered the mouth piece of his cell to lift an eyebrow in Braig's direction "Yes, I can. Where is it?" Aya had been living here instead of with her father...not a bad thing but it did mean he didn't know where things were kept.

"It's in Aya's room, next to the dollhouse." Braig says, climbing onto the couch to bookend Dilan from the other side.

'Ah." of course. He used the rest of the order to sort through what he knew of the house. He could find Aya's room. It was very obviously a child's room, with toys and cartoon posters on the wall...

He approved.

The moogle was just where Braig had said, in it's own little chair by the dollhouse.

"Here" he peeled the blanket back in about the middle of the kid pile to insert the plush, then settled himself on the floor by the couch to wait for food delivery.

It's a girl's room. Albeit a girl's room that contains her BB gun and shitkicker boots.

They are watching something with Space Marines and Special Powers. Dilan knows the script inside and out, so he's mostly got his face buried in Aya's hair.

"Thanks." he mutters softly.

"Not a problem kid, not a problem." kid movies had been upgraded since he'd last watched one. Less singing animals, more actual entertainment! And with a simple enough plot that it was a good thing to space out to.

Aya found the situation stressful...yet warm enough that she was soon dozing on Dilan's shoulder. She barely even stirred when the food arrived.

Dilan is - absently, yet very, very carefully separating crispy skin from raw meat and eating them one at a time.

He's very, very stressed.

No one was going to complain about him disassembling his food right now. No one at all. Nevada was going to pass napkins though.

And wake Aya up enough to get some food into her too.

Well, now it was just a matter of waiting on Braig's parents...

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