[ There's something going on here that he can't quite make sense of, but when the kid decides to more or less take off as quick as he bumped into him, Kyle lets him go, without even getting his name.
He still can't shake that feeling, can't help but think there's something missing... something he's not seeing. But there's no point in hanging around outside the grocery store trying to figure that out with bags of corn syrup, ammonia, and mothballs in his arms. So, much like the kid, he makes his leave, too. Just in the opposite direction.
But it's when he's piling up the mothballs on top of each other and lining up the bottles of corn syrup and ammonia that the sense of deja-vu hits him of doing this not too long ago. On a kitchen table so similar to this. But with Sarah there at his side, asking what was for dinner. That's when it hits him. That's when he recalls the way the kid's demeanor seemed to suddenly shift and so quickly when he saw the photograph and it has Kyle pull it out of his pocket, thumb brushing over a corner of it.
He has your eyes. Words he said to Sarah not so long ago and seeing her own in the photograph that he's so very much memorized by now...
Like unfortunate clockwork, Kyle catches sight of the kid returning to the Hart Mart just a couple hours later from the drivers seat of the car he sits within, parked across the street a little ways down. That's unfortunately predictable and he sighs as fingers grip the top of the steering wheel a little tightly, knuckles turning white. He waits only until the kid's gone inside and only about twenty seconds exact after before he makes his way out of the car and crosses the street for the grocery store. Much to the kid's dismay, if he's looking for the sort of ingredients he had picked up earlier himself? They've been wiped out. Entirely. By Kyle who is coming to stand a little ways off to the side of the grocery store, shoulder leaning against the side of the building and just... waiting. For him.
Because when he does come out? Empty-handed mind you, Kyle lifts his head up just as soon as the kid walks by. ]
boy, you THOUGHT
He still can't shake that feeling, can't help but think there's something missing... something he's not seeing. But there's no point in hanging around outside the grocery store trying to figure that out with bags of corn syrup, ammonia, and mothballs in his arms. So, much like the kid, he makes his leave, too. Just in the opposite direction.
But it's when he's piling up the mothballs on top of each other and lining up the bottles of corn syrup and ammonia that the sense of deja-vu hits him of doing this not too long ago. On a kitchen table so similar to this. But with Sarah there at his side, asking what was for dinner. That's when it hits him. That's when he recalls the way the kid's demeanor seemed to suddenly shift and so quickly when he saw the photograph and it has Kyle pull it out of his pocket, thumb brushing over a corner of it.
He has your eyes. Words he said to Sarah not so long ago and seeing her own in the photograph that he's so very much memorized by now...
Like unfortunate clockwork, Kyle catches sight of the kid returning to the Hart Mart just a couple hours later from the drivers seat of the car he sits within, parked across the street a little ways down. That's unfortunately predictable and he sighs as fingers grip the top of the steering wheel a little tightly, knuckles turning white. He waits only until the kid's gone inside and only about twenty seconds exact after before he makes his way out of the car and crosses the street for the grocery store. Much to the kid's dismay, if he's looking for the sort of ingredients he had picked up earlier himself? They've been wiped out. Entirely. By Kyle who is coming to stand a little ways off to the side of the grocery store, shoulder leaning against the side of the building and just... waiting. For him.
Because when he does come out? Empty-handed mind you, Kyle lifts his head up just as soon as the kid walks by. ]
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