[CLOSED] So, this is everything?

[caine johnson]

Caine looked down at the bags he held in his hands. He had slipped away from the hospital while Dallas and Beau were napping. Now, his hands clutched onto bags filled with diapers, baby wipes, baby lotion, some other baby needs, and a few toys. He looked up at the man behind the wal-mart register, "Just put the change in one of these bags.." Caine held up his hand so the cashier could slip the change in. He gave a nod and headed out toward the exit.

His eyes scanned around him as he chewed on his lip. He still wasn't sure if he had gotten everything the baby needed. I really need Dallas.. He glanced down toward the bag, stumbling a bit as he did. Caine got himself just before he face planted onto the floor and dropped every bag.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"Caine," Jayson yelped, nearly running in to him as his brother stumbled. He took a step back, looking away and working his jaw. "Thought I wouldn't be seeing you any time soon," He muttered under his breath. "Kept insisting it was a dream you know? Just so I wouldn't be butt hurt when you disappeared."

He chewed on his lip some, rubbing at his head. "Sorry... hungover.." He mumbled, trying to find an excuse for his rude words. He rubbed at his face, shifting his weight awkwardly foot to foot. He really had tried to forget it, had really figured Caine would just move on. He had died, who was to say he had to keep in touch with his family? Hell, he didn't even remember them.

[caine johnson]

Bags slipped from his fingers as he heard his name. Damn.. To his surprise, it was Jayce and a smile pulled at Caine's lips. "Jayce, I uh.." he laughed and bent over picking up the two bags. "It's fine." He hugged Jayce the best he could without hitting him with the bags. That sweet smile never faltering from his face as he looked at Jayce. "What have you been up to? I haven't heard from you." Caine scratched his head, then ruffled his hair was his fingers as they both stood awkwardly starring at one another.

He hadn't expected to run into Jayce, mostly cause they hadn't contacted each other much. That didn' surprise Caine. He knew Jayce had friends, had began to move on, and probably a bunch of other secret stuff and Caine had just appeared out of thin air back into Jayce's life. It would take awhile to get back to where they were, if tha could even happen. Caine felt distant from Jayce. Yes, he was remembering more, and he felt connected to Jayce, but it was hard to tell if Jayce even wanted Caine in his life.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson shrugged. "Not much.." He mumbled. "Drugs, parties, street racing." He eyed him warily. "Work...almost got arrested for a fight the other day."

He knew it was a lot to take in, and quite blunt, but he didn't care. He didn't know why, maybe it was a cry for help.
"It was my eighteenth birthday yesterday, went to the valentines dance... Invited my ah.. boyfriend... over."
He lowered his gaze. "Dad's being a fucking asshole to me."

[caine johnson]

Caine nodded, listening as Jayce talked. He wasn't happy about the things his brother did, but he didn't want his brother to hate him. He was taken back by the boyfriend remark, and when something was said about Dad, he was chewing on his lip. "Happy be-lated birthday.." He scratched his head, "I would have done something if I would have known.." Caine paused, wondering if he should keep talking. "Well I have..um.. good news.. I think.."

"I've been in the hospital with Dallas because she was in a wreck and while we were their a nurse mistook us for a couple and gave us a baby boy." He scratched his head, "I mean we told her we didn't have a baby, but the baby didn't have any paper with his mother and father's name on it so she told us, we could take him or he would end up in an orphanage. So.. you're an uncle, kinda, and his name is Beau. You should come by and see him.. if you want." The bags twisted around as his hands rocked, waiting for Jayce's reply.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson shook his head. "It wasn't the best.." He muttered. "dad hit me..it only got better after I went to Nevada's.." Working his jaw some he fell silent, seemed almost dejected at the news.

"Ah..that's cool..guess I could stop by some time.." He shifted his weight some. 'He's just gonna replace me..start over with these people like I never fucking existed, never fucking had him die in my arms.' He let out a shaky breath, ghosted a hand over his lips, eyes.

[caine johnson]

Caine sighed. Maybe he had found Jayce at the wrong time.. Maybe he should have just left when they first bumped into one another at the park, but it didn't seem right. "I hope you will.." He looked down at the bags, thinking he was doing this all wrong. There must be a better angle to approach this at, but it was too late it seemed. "If you don't want.. I think it'd be pretty cool to meet your boyfriend.." He was reaching out for any chance of getting this to work.

It seemed wrong for doing this. It was like he was putting Jayce through hell. How could it be so wrong? It was just different. Caine felt rejected, like he should just leave and try his best not to run into his brother anymore, but he didn't want to do that. He wanted to at least have one relationship from his old life.. And he really hoped it would be Jayce.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson swallowed. "I said I could meet them.." He mumbled. "And...that's fine. I just-...I-.." His voice cracked. "He fucking hit me Caine...he looks at me like I'm the adopted one suddenly. Like I can do anything I fucking did moments before I told him."

His jaw was trembling, fighting the emotion. Finally he looked away, playing with the baggy of illegal white powder in his pocket, the plastic making sounds. "I wish you never died...too many things have changed." The words were strained.

[caine johnson]

"Hit him back. You're old enough now, right?" His words were quick, like a flash of anger. He stopped though, looking away as Jayce spoke again. "I..I'm sorry.. I wish I could make it up to you, but I can't.." His mind began to wonder, mostly focusing on what Jayce had said before. Why would Jayce be hit? It didn't make sense. Abuse had never been a problem, was it because of Caine? He looked over to Jayce's pocket, hearing the soft rattle of paper.

"That won't help.." Caine sighed, wishing things weren't like this. "I mean.. I just.. I don't want you to die too. It's not fun.. You can't remember anything, when you come here you're basically alone. And being alone with no memory is painful." His eyes looked away from the pocket up to Jayce's face.

[jayson thomas christopher]

"I'm not gonna hit him Caine.." He mumbled, the name still feeling odd on his tongue. "My drugs aren't your problem." He bit his lip, knew it was a dangerous drug to mess with. Knew it was a growing addiction.

He swallowed. "I don't plan on dying okay? Getting in troubke, doing bad things..is different." He shrugged a bit, huffing. "Sorry, that sounded fucked up." He rubbed at his arm.I hadn't dated sice you died you know? I-..I never thought I'd be interested in a guy." He bit at his lip, playing with the stud peircing.
"But-...I never thought he'd hate me if I was either.."