Brother's Keeper ¹ || The walking dead

97.

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"..you haven't eaten anything." Reagan spoke as he approached Riven with a concerned look on his face.

Riven was standing outside of the sanctuary, leaning against the railing, staring ahead of him with a blank expression on his face, no emotions behind those eyes of his.

"..I'll eat something later." Riven quietly spoke after a moment, sounding exhausted,

Riven looked down at his hands, a deep frown on his face, "Where's your bracelet?"

"The colorful one you're always wearing." Reagan said, noticing that Riven wasn't wearing his bracelet anymore. It was a part of him. It seemed a little odd seeing Riven without his bracelet.

Riven trailed a finger on his wrist where Sophia's bracelet used to be. His finger paused as he felt the small lump of the old scar, "I gave it to Carl."

Before Carl and Riley had left the sanctuary, He had slipped his bracelet into Carl's pocket, knowing Carl probably wouldn't find it until later, he knew if he gave it to Riley, he'll figure something was up.

"Why?" Reagan questioned, confused as to why Riven would do such a thing.

Riven turned to look at him, a small smile on his face, "..can I ask you something?"

Reagan nodded, "Yeah, always."

Riven hesitated, looking nervous, anxious in a way before he shook his head, "Never mind."

Riven pushed himself away from the railing, ".. Eugene needs me in his workshop."

Besides Riven, Eugene also stayed back.  Reagan grabbed Riven's arm, stopping him from walking away ,"Can you at least tell me if you're alright?"

"Yeah," Riven grabbed his hand in his, "I'm fine." He let Reagan's hand go before walking away.

Reagan watched him leave, and a deep sighed escaped him before he pulled out his radio,

"London, you there?" He spoke into the radio, He knew Riven had problems eating, and he wasn't one for patience for that sort of thing, but he was trying, and London could help with it, he might have solutions to Riven's eating problem.

He was about to speak on the radio when it statically came to life, a voice following after, one that didn't belong to London.

"Reagan, is it?" It was Rick. The man his father was so obsessed with.

"Put London on the radio." Reagan replied, irritated already, his worry for Riven was manifesting into irritated, and he obviously wouldn't care if he snapped at these people, but he didn't want to snap at Riven

A moment passed, "Is Riven hurt?" It was London this time, and Reagan sighed a little,

"No, he's fine... sorta.." Reagan leaned against the railing,

"What's the problem?" London questioned, worried,

"He's not eating.. and I.." Reagan trailed off, letting out a deep sighed, shaking his head to himself, before he spotted his father making his way over.