R R I - REHABILITATION & REINTEGRATION INITIATIVE

Characters: Meg and Kyle
Setting: Kyle's room, morning

Despite being up stupidly late, Meg had actually woken earlier than she had in days and although she felt distinctly sleep deprived, her thoughts were much clearer than they had been the day before. She wasn't about to make any overreaching claims of being mentally or emotionally stable but she had a purpose in mind, a direction she was planning to move in and for the time being it was enough anchor her in the here and now.

The new perspective, flawed as it arguably was, also meant she was finally grounded enough to engage again with other people so when she got the message from Kyle and realised how much she'd not been there for him, how much she'd missed him, she didn't waste any time.

( Friends Who Know Me )

Characters: Meg & Kyle
Setting: Cafeteria/bar, Kyle's room

Having finished getting back to his various messages, Kyle headed across to the cafeteria, a small canvas under one arm, paint splattering the t-shirt and jeans which were, as a result, now designated as 'work clothes'. It felt a little harsh, given that he only had seven sets of clothes in total, but even if he only had two sets, giving up one to his art was a small price to pay. He stopped on the way and looked in on the pool - because, yeah. He'd missed that one and there it was, just by his room. Surprises every day.

He made it to the bar before Meg did, and he poured himself a coke, setting the canvas down on one of the chairs while he waited.

Kyle may have not been looking his best given the paint on his clothes but he had nothing on Meg who looked almost as bad as she felt which quite frankly was an achievement in and of itself. What little sleep she had got had been fitful at best and things between her and Dominic were no better than had been before they went to bed, the moment he'd gone off for another walk she'd fled to her own room. The message from Kyle had been a lifeline and she had seized on it, desperate for a way to stop thinking about Dom if only for five minutes.

Arriving in the cafeteria in shorts, boots and an oversized wool sweater, her hair scraped back from her face in a way that only highlighted how puffy her eyes were and the dark circles beneath them, she blinked in confusion and then made a beeline for Kyle. "Guessing you found the alcohol then?" she said sounding faintly nonplussed.

( And then it went downhill )

Characters: Meg and OPEN!
Setting: The kitchen, sometime around 11

It was probably telling that even after a night sharing a single bed, only a few hours of which were spent actually sleeping, Meg woke up feeling more rested than she had in months, a smile creeping onto her face as she looked down at the reason why, the still sleeping Dominic. The whole situation still didn't feel entirely real, that they were there together with him no longer on death row, and she couldn't shake the feeling that things weren't entirely right between them, regardless of how happy they were to be reunited. Unsure as she was, it didn't rob her of her smile or her desire for pancakes, the latter of which had her slipping out of bed and into her clothes, forgoing her tanktop in favour of the shirt Dom had been wearing which hung down past the bottom of her shorts making it appear to be all she had on. Not that that bothered her in the slightest.

Loathe as she was to disturb Dom, she knew how she would feel if she woke up and found him gone so she roused him enough to tell him she was going to the kitchen then padded out of the room. She made a brief detour to her own room where she brushed her teeth and quickly filled out the survey blinking on her computer, then headed to the kitchen where she started to gather pancake fixings. She came slightly unstuck however when it came to the actual making of them, the cast on her right hand making it ridiculously difficult for her to manage. Before too long there was flour everywhere including her hair, buttermilk spilled on the counter top and at least three broken eggs, none of which made it into the mixing bowl. "God fucking dammit!" she exclaimed as another egg shattered, this time making it into the bowl however it unfortunately took most of the shell with it.