"We'll take tomorrow, baby, one day at a time."

[slowsouthernstyle]

Who: Jesse Hartley and Jace Turner
What: Changes
Where: Home
When: Day after Jesse chatted with Tara about Beau

The undeniable truth that could easily be forgotten at time was that Jace had a brain injury that could furnish him with bad days. This wasn't even a question of his epilepsy. Sometimes he got very tired and hazy. It had never been an easy thing for Jesse to watch, and he remembered the first time he experienced it, he had thought Jace had come down with some bad sickness. He had ended up calling Evan in a panic, who sat down with him and mapped out the ups and downs of Jace's condition. Since then, Jesse had truly began to learn what it was like to be in love with someone who was brain-injured and his life had taken on so much more meaning in loving Jace.

Today was one of those days. Jace had been supposed to go to work, but he had woken up unsteady and struggling to find the words he was looking for. That was the hard part, because Jace got upset and angry with himself when he couldn't manage things that he had been perfectly fine with the day before. Jesse called up his own work and said he was taking the day as personal leave and requested to have his casual shifts cancelled for the rest of the week because his fiancé was ill. This, right here, was why Jesse had been open to the option of nursing Beau at home if he got early discharge. They lived close to Beau and his family, it just made sense.

They watched a couple of movies, something easy to follow and that Jace had seen many times before so he didn't have to concentrate on the plot. After that, Jace went and took a long nap, and Jesse came to check in on him but found him awake. He went and sat on the side of the bed, stroking his fingers through Jace's hair. "How are you feeling, sweetie?" he asked him. "Fancy a back rub?"

"If I don't say this now, I will surely break..."

[lifeinthefastlane]

Who? Quentin Lawrence and Kevin Lawson
What? Conversations that need to be had
When? Late afternoon
Where? Kevin's apartment

Kevin had always been a certain type of guy -- mostly the guy that had a bad habit of not admitting how he felt until it was far too late. Jazz had called him out for it when she'd come by here to find Quentin, passed out in Kevin's bed and wrapped in his arms. She'd made it very clear to him that Quentin needed Kevin to be consistent and honest... to keep his shit together, and not to flake on him the way he'd flaked on Jesse before. He didn't want to do that to Quentin. And part of his strategy to avoid that was complete honesty.

He'd tried for a little while to convince himself that what he was feeling wasn't real -- that it couldn't be real. Because the last thing that Quentin needed was someone telling him something like that right now. But at the end of the day, it wasn't Kevin's decision what Quentin wanted or needed. He'd tell him the truth, and that would be it.

So he arrived at home prepared to talk to Quentin, though a little later than he'd intended, because he'd made a stop on the way unexpectedly. He made his way inside to the living room, where Quentin was sitting on the couch, looking exhausted. "Hey," he said, leaving his bag at the door to walk over to where Quentin was sitting. "How was your day?" It was a dumb question... A weak one. But Kevin wasn't prepared to start this conversation off with telling Quentin how he felt about him. He needed to build up to that.