vanillajello | Kansas City, MO, Still Whatever Day It Was The Last Time

Kate was still utterly, utterly excited about having handed in her flight attendant's application. And why shouldn't she have been? It had only been like fifteen minutes! The only change was that she was on the bus on her way home now.

And as she checked her phone, she found a voicemail from Jack, and a handful of messages from Bod. The former made her raise an eyebrow because bwuh, when had she been ignoring Jack's calls, and hadn't they talked like three days ago? As for the latter, she wondered he'd managed so many texts in such short a time, but didn't even read more than the first. This was a thing that needed to be talked about so she could properly squee about it.

So, deciding to call Jack a little later, she picked Bod's number. She was pretty sure he was at work (and she was right, albeit off by two weeks reagarding the date) but whatever, she was calling him right now anyway. How busy could Luke's be?

[ooc: And so time moves a wee bit faster again. NFB, but open! Bod's thread comes first chronologically.]

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"I'm just saying," Kate snickered, "that Dorian got all that from you."

"And he got all of his personality and his impatience and his love of sweets from me," Bod returned with a wide smile. "I like that we talk about him."

He wasn't theirs, he knew that, but it was nice to not forget him.

Kate's smile was a little lopsided, but it was definitely there.

"Me too." She figured that migt have been obvious from how she'd made him a Dorian photo album as a peace offering after coming back to her senses from being a selfish bitch. "He was awesome."

"He was." Bod nodded his agreement to that. "I bet he's doing exceptionally well wherever he might be too. Those other versions of us, they did quite well."

"They did stunningly well," she agreed. "I don't know if I thought we'd have it in ourselves."

"We did, though," Bod said and sighed at that. "Apparently we're even better than we thought. That's a good thing."

"It is." She sighed too, shifting a bit but only to even more comfortably use him as a pillow. "Somewhere, we can have our shit together enough to have a family."

"And we have our stuff together here as well," Bod pointed out, smiling and settling down now that she was more comfortable against him. "It's just together in a different way."

"I guess so," Kate sighed. "I love you. Did I tell you that yet today?"

"You did earlier," Bod said, nodding. "On the phone, I mean. I love you too. Always."

"Mmm, big words." Because 'always' was totally a huge word. But she didn't mind that. "Thanks for coming over, boyfriend."

"Thanks for letting me, girlfriend," Bod answered, nodding. "I'm glad I came over. I feel better."

"You sound better," Kate noted, because he did. Much better. "And I'm glad. You should feel good. Always. I like to try and make sure of that."

"I think it might be impossible to always feel good but today, you've succeeded in making me feel good," Bod told her, nodding. "Thank you."

"Good." She patted his back, because reaching out to pat him on the head was just too much effort, and she was comfortable. "You're a good pillow."

"And you're an excellent blanket," Bod said, smiling. "You're keeping me warm and I hope I'm keeping you comfortable."

"You are," she sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm very comfortable. You won't be moving for a bit."

She had the power to decide that, obviously.

"Is that a fact?" Bod asked, not sounding at all bothered. "Well, I guess I just won't move then."

"No, you won't," Kate agreed. "You will stay here and let me soak up your warmth and smell and boyfriendness and all that stuff that makes me sound like a total girly girl, until I'm good and ready for you to get up."

"Yes, ma'am," Bod said and would have saluted if he hadn't been on his stomach. "I will stay right here and you can use me however you'd like. I'm very fine with that."

"Good," Kate replied. With some hint of amusement. Well, more than a hint. "'You can use me however you like'. That's good."

"All right," he said and sighed, closing his eyes. "For now, I think we should just lay around and relax. Then, we can do...whatever we'd like."

"I'm good with that." She really was. "Laying around and relaxing sounds perfect."

She was happy and content. This was good.

"I'm good with that as well," he agreed, nodding and pressing a smile into the pillow. "I'm very good with it."

He'd gotten his wish of being with her and clinging to her. He didn't intend to give that up for awhile.

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