Room 324, Friday Afternoon

[vanillajello]

Kate was a mess. A little bit. In a vague, numb way. Not that she would be showing that to people.

It had been a pretty long week; filled with thinking she was insane, and Christmas shopping, and talking about ballet, and theater, and people unexplainably falling madly in love, and sleeping with several blankets and wearing many many layers because her roommate was making their room cold.

Despite having made two separate trips to the mainland within a week, a part of her wanted to just follow Jack’s lead and get the hell off the island for the weekend. But it was only a week until she’d go back to Kansas for Christmas. Might as well stick it out on the island until then. There was a party on Sunday and everything.

And now she’d found a bunch of photos she’d forgotten about on her computer. They were from the spring, and featured a lot of people she hadn't seen or talked to in a while. Her girlfriends back in Kansas (and such awesome friends they were, having lost contact with her pretty much straight after she moved to Fandom), people from school, Gene, Benjamin. Seemed like half a lifetime away.

She looked at the pictures, comparing her life then to her life now. Deciding which was better wasn't an easy thing to do.


[ooc: Open door, open post!]

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[future_sandworm]

"How has your week been?" Leto asked, leaning his forehead against hers and reaching for her hand.

[vanillajello]

Kate let out a quiet little laugh, giving his hand a light squeeze as it met hers. "Insane. Weird." Pause. "Just... Fandom."

[future_sandworm]

"Oh? Will you tell me or do you prefer to forget?" He asked, amused, then tugged at her hand and leaned close for another kiss.

[vanillajello]

"There was trauma, but also good stuff. I'll leave it at that," she replied, slipping her free hand behind his neck. After a kiss, she added, "And we're having heating problems with the room."

Right now it was perfectly warm, of course. The cold followed Bobby.

[future_sandworm]

"It's warm now," Leto pointed out. "Did you fix it?" He scooted closer.

[vanillajello]

"No," Kate said, lips curving into a light smirk. "It comes and goes during the day. And the nights have been invariably cold."

[future_sandworm]

"There is something you're not telling me," Leto observed, poking her arm.

[vanillajello]

"Possibly," she said. It wasn't as if she could actually argue with that.

[future_sandworm]

He gave her a look, raising an eyebrow.

[vanillajello]

She raised an eyebrow right back. "Yes?"

[future_sandworm]

"I get no explanation?" he asked.

[vanillajello]

"It doesn't concern you."

[future_sandworm]

"You don't trust me?" Leto replied teasingly.

[vanillajello]

"Not what I said," Kate said, poking his shoulder.

[future_sandworm]

"No, but it's not an unreasonable assumption to draw."

[vanillajello]

"Trusting someone doesn't necessarily mean telling them everything."

[future_sandworm]

"I know." He grinned. "And it's hard to make you feel guilty."

[vanillajello]

"Obviously. I don't bother with guilt," she chuckled. "Only when I've done something wrong, and that's rare."

[future_sandworm]

"Very sensible." He leaned back on the bed.

[vanillajello]

Kate picked up her computer and reached to slide it onto her desk. She'd accidentally pushed it off the bed a couple of times while distracted, and Leto was a huge distraction. It was best to be sensible about this, too.

"So, how was your week?"

[future_sandworm]

Oh, he knew he was, especially when he wanted to be.

"Quiet, apart from some people acting odd this weekend. But this being Fandom, it could almost count as normal."

[vanillajello]

"You got an almost normal week? I hate you," she informed him, laying herself down next to him on the bed.

[future_sandworm]

He rolled over on his side to look at Kate. "You do? Should I be flattered?" Oh, and there was a smug grin.

[vanillajello]

Kate reached to brush a fingertip against his bottom lip. "I don't know why you would be, but sure, if you feel like it," she snorted.

[future_sandworm]

"Inspiring strong feelings, whether love or hate, is always an accomplishment," Leto suggested, then attempted to bite her finger.