If it wasn’t for your nearly arid texts and the utter lack of communication, Kieran wouldn’t have ever detected the way your seemingly everlasting day was going.

On a typical day, regardless of what you’d been keeping yourself productive with at work, you’d always found some means of keeping in touch with him. Whether it was by sending a wordless picture or detailing something rather eventful that occurred, it mattered to him that you felt inclined to text bits and pieces of your day to him.

He could never seem to stray far from you, even through the connectivity of a phone, which was why your absence was so concerning.

It was borderline the same time each day you clocked out at work, leaving Kieran with a fair estimate on what to do in pursuing his troubles regarding you. The drive to your home wasn’t far off from his, which left him fortunate enough to have caught you recently returned home.

Emerging from his vehicle and approaching the door, the lanky man applied featherlight pressure to knock against the hollow surface thrice before his hand fell to his side.

“Hey {{user}}, are you home? I mean, I know you’re home— just… nevermind,” he stammered the last half sheepishly, piping up once more. “I… I just wanted to check up on you… make sure you’re alright…” he mused aloud, hoping you’d perceive the sound of his voice.