"Help me if you can, I'm feeling down..."

[notasouthernbelle]

Who? Clint Chevalier and Naomi Duval
What? Reaching out for help
When? Wednesday mornign
Where? A cafe near the hospital

There were no words in the world that could've explained the level of nerves that Naomi was facing as she sat in the cafe waiting for the arrival of Clint Chevalier. When she'd called him, telling him that she'd gotten his name as the best private investigator out there, he'd told her that he wasn't taking new clients at the moment and she'd have to find someone else. She had nearly lost her shit on him completely, not out of anger, but out of desperation. She had to find out what had happened to her brother, one way or another.

Clint had seemed at that point to recognize her desperation, and he told her he'd give her an hour, giving her the address to a cafe near the hospital and a time to meet. Naomi, as usual, was incredibly early, but she wasn't going to waste any time or run the risk of missing out on seeing the guy who may be able to help her. She sat at the window, sipping a hazelnut latte and watching for someone that she didn't know. If Clint came in, she wouldn't know who the fuck he was, but she would damn sure be looking just the same.

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[thelifeandtimesofowen]

Who? Quentin and Owen Lawrence
What? Reunion
Where? Kevin and Quentin's apartment
When? Thursday morning

Owen had a free period for his first class of the day at school, and after the previous night's chat with Fin, and the chats with Layla that had led to said chat with Fin, he had far too much on his mind to sleep in or use his free period to work on homework. All he could really think about was getting a chance to talk to his big brother and apologize for doing the same fucking thing to Quentin that he'd done to Fin. It was bad enough doing it to someone you'd only just met. But to do it to your own brother when you'd known him as the farthest thing from a druggie in the world was pretty damn fucked up.

It was one of the hardest things he'd ever gone through, losing his big brother to jail and parents who wouldn't let him go to Quentin. Owen had begged to be allowed to visit him or write to him, but his parents had made it very clear that the family -- all of them, Owen included, whether he liked it or not -- would be done with Quentin. But Owen wasn't going with that anymore. He wasn't just going to do what his parents said when it meant hurting people he loved. And he loved Quentin dearly... Looked up to him like all younger brothers did to their older brothers. It had been a gift when Will had given Owen the address to Quentin's apartment, which had led to Owen standing just outside ringing the buzzer.

The door was answered by a guy Owen didn't recognize, but could only assume was Quentin's boyfriend Kevin, with a bleary eyed toddler on his hip. "I'm sorry," Owen said softly, tilting his head thoughtfully as he looked at the little boy. Will had mentioned that Quentin and Kevin were fostering a kid, but it was strange to see said kid in person. "You must be Kevin. I'm Quentin's brother Owen. I came to see him. Is he here?"

Kevin didn't exactly look thrilled with the idea of letting a stranger in, and if Owen had his guess, he probably didn't think much of Quentin's family who'd all written him off. But he gave Owen a nod, invited him in, and directed him to have a seat on the couch. "I'll get him for you," he said, in a tone that Owen wasn't sure was cold in itself, or just sounded so as a result of the heavy weight of guilt resting on his shoulders. Still, he thanked the other guy, and waited, nervously tapping his fingers against his legs as he sat on the sofa.