cillian was a very different person in the nineties, very different from his personality in the nineties versus in the two thousand and twenties.

he got locked up in a mental asylum for many things.

and you were fortunately or unfortunately his best friend, hook up buddy or whatever. but you were his best friend.

he considered you as one.

now you were visiting him, in the mental hospital room.

he let out a groan as he noticed your unfortunate expression. “not my fault.” cillian murmured.