Glen orders him to stay, and so he stays.

They may well kill you on sight, he'd said; he'd been wrongly blamed for a series of local murders himself once, and wasn't about to trust the locals to be reasonable or logical about such things. Keep away from the windows. And, much as he wants to be out and prowling around and hurting things that hurt others and running away as best he can from the thoughts in his own head, Kevin obeys him, even if he does brood endlessly. He's learned far too much to simply sit quietly.

He hasn't felt this restless and unhappy and angry since the first few months after the massacre, really. At first, he hides away in the room he's been given in the townhouse, but it's too small to pace effectively in. So he stalks around in the halls, too, and through the sitting rooms and the music room, avoiding everyone he can, especially Glen himself. The last thing he wants right now is a friend, not when he feels like tearing new holes into just about everyone he sees. The knight is just aware enough to understand that he's angry enough to lash out when there isn't a good enough reason to, and that Glen doesn't deserve to be around him when it happens.

Eventually, while Raven is out doing goodness knows what, Kevin makes his way to the kitchen and notices that the maple syrup has been left out on the counter. He stops dead in his tracks, staring at it. It's been out at breakfast ever since he began staying the night here now and again, but it always makes its way back to the pantry where it belongs. Did someone leave that out on purpose...?

Well, what the hell. Does it matter if someone did? Almost spitefully, Kevin digs the vanilla ice cream out of the icebox and plonks himself down at the table to eat it directly out of the container, pausing to dump syrup all over it before he digs in. If these people think maple syrup will be enough to help waylay his angst, well, he'll just go ahead and eat all their damn syrup and prove them wrong. At least he's bothering to put it on something instead of just going at it straight with a spoon -- he's not that much a Break yet, even if he is self-medicating with sugar.