<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>After That Day</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt2ECxS.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kevin Finch<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 12th, 2019, 10:00PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE Medical Ward<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mallory<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Two Nights Since That Day<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Camos<br/><hr/><br/>"It well... Without you there... and then... you know... the thing..." But she didn't really know the thing. He didn't either. Most of SOPHE was still largely guessing for that matter. At any rate, while it was a big deal that Mallory wasn't there, Kevin wasn't about to lay a guilt trip on her for it. It wasn't her fault that whatever happened... happened. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're OK. Focus on getting better. I'll focus on making sure things like this don't happen again."<br/><br/>This was a tall order. For all his training, Kevin was out of his depth with this whole thing and he knew it. But he also knew that as long as he drew breath, he'd do his damnedest to make sure Mallory came to no harm. He'd figure it out somehow. And since she was The Asset, Kevin could only hope that his superiors felt the same way. Which was a lucky coincidence.<br/><br/>Coincidence.<br/><br/>Which led to the second question. "My parents... pretty much always wanted me to work here. If it's a little earlier than they planned, they didn't seem too disappointed." To be honest, Kevin wasn't feeling particularly well disposed towards his parent right at the moment - he would have hoped that they would have known that Mallory was still alive. If they didn't, he had to ask himself why not. And if they did, he had to ask himself why they didn't tell him.<br/><br/>And he didn't want to be angry right now. He didn't want to trouble Mallory with his family issues. He just wanted her to get better. And that he told her in no uncertain terms. He even did his best to smile. It was the least he could do for her until he could figure out what he could really do for her.<br/><br/>But since they were talking about the future, sort of, he had to ask. "What about you, Mal? Have you thought about what you'll do when you recover?" He shook his head. "Sorry, with all you've been through, it's probably too early to think about that isn't it? I mean, I can, you know, try and help..."<br/>