Kieran stayed behind at the closet after discussing with the police officers, someone still had to deal with the wrecked closet.
He waited till the cuffed girls were all gone, this was going to look fucking good on paper - he was the one writing the report.
He took out his cigarette case, if he had known that this was how shitty his day was going to turn out, he would have filled it up…
"You shouldn't smoke so much." Bryan mumbles and Kieran remembers that the kid is still around.
He scoffs. "Sure." He mutters, irony coloring his tone as he pulls out his lighter.
This makes Bryan retreat into himself, he is sitting on the ground in a corner, arms wrapped around himself.
Kieran suppresses a groan and flips the cover over the lighter, shoving the unlighted cigarette into a back pocket.
"Why are you still around, kid?" He asks coldly watching the way he flinches at this. "You're free to go."
