𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙐𝙥.

Last Supper.

The door of Don's diner creaked open with a familiar jingle, and a gust of cold air followed the boys in. West shook off the chill, his shoulders hunched and nose red from the wind. Killian rubbed his hands together and exhaled hard, watching his breath disappear as the door swung shut behind them.

It was warmer inside, just barely. The heat clanked through old vents, and the smell of grease and coffee hung heavy in the air. A couple of regulars sat at the counter, hunched over mugs. Nothing had changed.

Killian and West slid into a booth near the window, sitting across from each other and stretching their legs out until their ankles touched beneath the table.

Neither said anything at first. After spending the whole day together, the silence felt easy.

"I can't believe this place is closing." West finally said as he flipped through the menu, even though he knew exactly what he wanted.

"I know. It's only right we order the whole menu... give Don's a proper send-off."

"Maybe not the whole menu..."

Don himself shuffled up to their booth, pen behind his ear, and a well-worn notepad in his hand. His apron was stained, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, like always. He looked tired, but his eyes lit up a little when he saw them.

"Look who it is." He remarked, smiling under his graying mustache. "I was wondering when you two might swing by."

The boys grinned,

"Alright, what'll it be?"

Killian leaned forward like he was making a deal.

"Two grape sodas, two cheeseburgers, a large ham and bacon pizza, and twenty-four chicken nuggets. And extra large fries."

West glanced at Don, an apologetic look on his face, "Sorry in advance."

Don chuckled, already scribbling it down.

"Don't be. This place is yours as much as mine. I'll miss seeing your faces around here."

There was a beat of silence where the weight of it all settled. The diner felt quieter than usual... maybe because it was. Only a couple of booths were filled, and pop music was playing quietly in the background.

"Dessert's on me tonight." Don added, tapping his notepad.

"Pie, milkshakes, whatever you want. Call it a thank you."

Killian gave him a small, lopsided smile, "You're gonna make me cry, old man."

"Save the tears for when you try to eat all this."

Don shuffled off toward the kitchen, and West watched him go for a second before turning back to Killian.

"We're getting pie." He said firmly.

"Obviously."
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They were holding hands across the table, fingers loosely twined, when the bell above the door jingled, and MJ stepped in, looking like a dream. Her lips were glossy, there was a touch of shimmer around her eyes, and her braids were down, framing her face. She looked good. She knew it, too.

She scanned the diner, then spotted the two boys and froze... but only just for a second.

Killian's hand immediately dropped from West's like it had burned him. He cleared his throat and straightened up. West pulled his hand back slowly, glancing at Killian but saying nothing.

MJ walked over, her smile faltering slightly. She didn't expect to see them together, not like that. She didn't even know Killian was dating. He'd never mentioned anyone, and she'd never seen them together before.
But the way their hands had been linked just now? That said everything.