Tyrell comes to see Elliot after he murders someone. Elliot is rightly afraid, and Tyrell lets Elliot know what he wants.
Simon’s apartment is a shithole. Kieren looks away from the small bag of white powder of the coffee table. There are empty beer bottles strewn about, empty fifths. Kieren knows he should feel afraid, or concerned, but all he feels is, thank god he’s more fucked up than me, and then they’re in Simon’s room (or what Kieren guesses is Simon’s room), and Kieren is being pushed on the mattress. The mattress is on the floor, no frame, and there are ripped up magazines and open books strewn about the room. The room feel small, claustrophobic, but Kieren kisses Simon again, just to feel what it’s like. To kiss someone who isn’t afraid to kiss him back.
Kieren and Simon met before they died at a house party. Rick has left for the army and Simon's an addict, and both Kieren and Simon feel pretty fucking alone. They find solace in each for a night, but that doesn't stop either of their deaths. They meet again in the cemetery through Amy.