tamingthemuse | 205 - Aboulia - American Idol RPS

Title: Where You've Been, Where You're Going
Author:

blue_icy_rose
Rating: PG
Word Count: 659
Summary: Kris has been gone for awhile. Adam's finally finding out why.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong to themselves.
Note: OMG, I kind of really don't like this. I may rewrite it at a later date but for now, I really didn't want to miss the deadline. So, here this is! It's short, it definitely needs more details but I suppose you could say that this is like an outline for a future fic, lol.

The sound of someone knocking on the door had Adam looking up and he frowned. He knew that no one was supposed to come over and it was a rare thing for anyone to just stop by without any notice. The only person that had ever really done that had been Kris and it had been weeks since he’d seen Kris.

Of course, this is why this was the time that it was Kris at the door.

He stared in shock at the sight of him standing there, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. Kris looked like hell, circles under his eyes and Adam couldn’t help but notice that Kris looked like he’d lost more weight than he could afford to.

“Well,” was all Adam could think to say.

Kris let out a breath and looked up. “Hey,” he said. “Can I...can I come in?” He bit his lip in a nervous gesture that was as familiar to Adam as his own.

He stared at Kris for a few moments and then opened his door wider. “Yeah, sure.” He waited until Kris had walked in and sat down, until he’d shut the door behind him, to let out a breath of his own. After another moment, he followed Kris into the living room. He paused at the sight of Kris standing at the window, staring outside. “So,” he finally said, “what are you doing here?”

If he didn’t know Kris so well, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight flinch at the question. “Kris.”

Kris sighed. “I owe you an explanation.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Adam.” It was all Kris said but it was enough to have Adam moving into the room. “I was in bed.”

Adam stared at him. “You were in bed,” he repeated.

For a moment, Kris looked like he was going to be sick and then he squared his shoulders and turned around to face Adam. “I was in bed.” He swallowed. “I couldn’t get out of bed. I didn’t feel like I could at least. I wasn’t eating, I stayed in bed, I didn’t move, I didn’t do anything.” Kris dropped down on the couch, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “Daniel was the one that dragged me out of bed and to a doctor.”

A feeling of dread began to spread throughout him and Adam wondered just what was going on. Maybe it was too little, too late. “Kris?” he asked.

“I was diagnosed with depression.” Kris looked up. “Melancholic depression is what they called it.”

Adam sat down slowly, keeping his eyes on Kris. “What happened?”

“I figured a few things out about myself,” Kris said. “And I couldn’t handle the guilt, the fact that I was going against so many things that I’d been taught to believe. I felt like a failure because of the divorce and I felt like a failure because I’d been lying to myself for so long.”

Adam wanted to ask what he’d been lying about, he wanted to push for answers to all the questions that were suddenly swirling through his mind but wasn’t sure if he should. He settled for asking, “Are you okay now?”

Kris gave him a small smile. “As I can be. They’ve got me on medication and I’m seeing a therapist. It helps.” He glanced down at his feet. “This is the first trip I’ve made that hasn’t been to the pharmacy or the therapist actually.” He looked back up at Adam, making sure to meet his eyes. “I missed you.”

Reaching out, Adam put a hand on Kris’s knee. “I missed you too,” he said simply.

Things weren’t okay, not completely. Adam knew that. He hadn’t thought to try and find out why Kris had suddenly pulled away from everyone, instead focusing on how much it hurt. That was going to change, starting now.

Things weren’t okay. But Adam hoped that, eventually, they would be.

205 - Aboulia - American Idol RPS - blue_icy_rose

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