He has a tattoo of the caduceus on his right shoulderblade ( Read more... )

Kevin's in his room, sitting at the desk writing up the list to give to Hank. Ingredients and equipment he'll need to make the counteragent.

Darien,

Albert Schweitzer once said, "Seek always to do some good, somewhere. Every man has to seek in his own way to realize his true worth. You must give some time to your fellow man. For remember, you don't live in a world all your own. Your brothers are here too."

If you're reading this, you've outlived me for one reason or another. I hope ( Read more... )

It's a movie night with a difference, just for Kevin and Claire.

Kevin drags the TV out onto the deck, with a lot of extension cable, and grins at Claire where she's already in the hot tub.

"There."

Kevin holds Darien's hand as they follow the adults from the church to the graveyard, quietly.

Neither of them can muster a smile, today.

Aunt Celia and Uncle Paul have taken the boys camping, trying to help them feel more like part of a family again, though their mother's gone.

Kevin is sitting on the ground outside the tent, industriously doing... something with a pair of twigs. He may be trying to light a fire.

He told Arnaud he was going to look Darien over and make sure he's physically okay. And that was true - he is Darien's doctor, after all, or one of them ( Read more... )

They're in a van, somewhere on the way to the base - even Kevin isn't sure exactly where they are at this precise moment.

The two of them sit on opposite sides in the back of the van, facing each other even if they don't meet each other's eyes.

Darien and Kevin are in the living room, decorating their tree.

Their mother is in the kitchen. Their father is... not there.