who: Kayden and Tanner what: Tanner and Kayden really need to talk. where: Hank's House when: After this exchange. warning: Trigger warning for drug use and potential discussions of suicide & depression. status: In progress
This was an utter mess. Granted, it had been a mess for awhile. But this was even more of a mess because it was a mess that Tanner didn't have any idea how to deal with. He hadn't really been dealing with much of anything the last year, just avoiding and ignoring it, and now, everything was throwing itself right in his face now that he didn't have the excuse of being busy (or being dead) to not deal with it. But at least Kayden was talking to him again. Even if he'd probably badgered more out of him than he would have been willing to admit freely, Tanner felt like it was probably a step in the right direction. It was still a mess. But maybe it was less of a mess than it had been before he'd died... when they hadn't even been able to talk to each other anymore without it devolving into a shouting match.
He'd finally convinced Kayden to let him know where he was staying, and while it was particularly unnerving stepping up to a place that essentially belonged to a stranger )a stranger who had saved Kayden's life and taken him in, but a stranger nonetheless), Tanner couldn't help but feel a little hopeful that they might actually be able to sort things out. At least. A bit? He didn't expect everything to be magically repaired overnight, but at the same time, maybe it was all a step in the right direction.
Tanner could only hope that eventually all three of them could figure out how to repair their respective friendships together. That and he missed Raina and Darby. Though, he was sure they were just fine on their own.
Raising a hand to knock on the door, Tanner shifted, rocking on the balls of his feet until he waited for someone to answer.