though her home was always open to him, it seemed most days ky’lar preferred to be away from home. his comings and goings were not something she monitored all that closely. even though he had his issues, he was still an adult capable of making his own decisions. it’s not like she could exactly ground the boy. even if he did deserve it. 

    him vanishing for a few days, even a few weeks, was hardly uncommon. so when ky didn’t come home, she really wasn’t all that worried. truth be told, she was so focused on the chaos going on in her world that she hardly noticed that he hadn’t made contact in over a week. 

     the pan filled with freshly baked brownies falls to the ground with a clatter as she runs to the door to support her son. she throws his arm around her shoulders as she helps get him to the couch. it doesnt fail her notice that this is the second time she was now tending the wounds of a demon she was close to. someone was out there targeting them. who or why she couldn’t begin to figure out. but this could not be a coincidence. 

     ‘ tell me what happened and what you need. i can’t help properly unless i know everything. ’ 

    _{he stayed away as it was what he enjoyed. he liked his room cold, his bed a certain way, and he didn’t enjoy other’s peaking at his interests. ky even had several locked storage units of stuff that he collected — he just wouldn’t allow anyone else to know about them. no, he didn’t want anyone knowing he had interests that were beyond killing.}

_{not that it mattered now — he was still in pain and still couldn’t figure out who had came after him. maybe it was for the best. maybe he didn’t need to know. it wasn’t too important, nor was it the best idea or time  to voice his concerns.} 

_{not now. not when all he could do was sit on the couch and hope that the pain would be relieved just enough so he could focus. enough to explain what had happened to him. ‘i was shot.’ no, he wasn’t going to elaborate the how or why — just the simple fact of what happened would have to suffice, ‘—-i haven’t had a good week.’}