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It's there when he's coming back from getting groceries. All of a sudden, there's something very familiar looking looming outside of the Dimera Apartments and though Kieren wants to pretend that he doesn't know what it is, the shape of it and the plastic yellow tape warning people to stay away is something that pushes a chill down his newly sensitive skin. He can feel the dread as he nears it, clenching the groceries tighter.

Kieren's not sure he can even help how much he expects to see an awful sweater and Simon sitting on top of it, but there's no one there.

No one but his grave.

"“Gone is the face we loved so dear. Silent the voice we loved to hear," he hears Simon in his memory, thinks of the poetry that he'd rattled off the very first time they'd met.

And now, outside his apartment, there's a gravestone marking his death. He's alive again and human, but here's something reminding him that at eighteen years old, Kieren decided that he couldn't take it anymore and ended his life. Good thing he never got cremated, after all. Sitting gently down beside it, he's glad it's not Rick's grave, though he knows he might be tempting fate. Ice cream beginning to melt, Kieren can't exactly move, still trying to figure out what he even feels about all this.

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"So let's try and see which wins," he says, eager to find out, if he's honest. "And then we can try it the other way. And then, if we think about something else, we can do that too. We've got all the time to try things out, yeah?"

"Oh, I can think of a few things we've yet to try, but I don't think they fall into this category," Sirius replies with a grin as they wait for the lift to show. "But tea and sandwiches and a terrible film sound like just the perfect thing for the afternoon."

The lift arrives then with a ding and Sirius steps in, Kieren right at his side and he glances down at the shard of granite still clutched in Kieren's hand before pressing the button for the second floor. Yes, he's well aware they could take the stairs, but he still hasn't quite gotten over the novelty of this sort of thing. "What are you going to do with that?" he asks as the doors slide closed. "Make a centerpiece out of it?"

"I never said the film had to be terrible," Kieren feels compelled to argue, because he wouldn't mind a good flick, but he'd settle for anything. He just really likes the prospect of curling up with Sirius, getting comfortable, and really enjoying himself in all the ways they can.

As for the granite, he stares at it for a long moment, pursing his lips. "I think a mini garden, maybe, at my flat." And, awkwardly, he wonders if he's supposed to be thinking about asking Sirius about moving in together, but he doesn't think they're quite there yet, not really.

"With flowers, you mean?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow. "Or a garden with vegetables that you actually plan on eating? Don't think it'd be weird to plant that sort of thing next to a bit of your gravestone?"

The lift comes to a slow stop then and as the doors ding open Sirius casually drops his hand to curl his fingers with Kieren's. "Also, if I'm to rub your back, I'm going to have to request that you take your shirt off. That's my one condition."

"I think maybe just some flowers," Kieren shares, curling his fingers over Sirius' a little tighter. "Carnations or lilies or something else easy to manage if you put it in the sun and water it enough." When the lift comes to a stop, Kieren leans over to press a kiss of thanks to Sirius' cheek, grinning fondly at him.