vanillajello | Room 324, Sunday Afternoon

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Room 324, Sunday Afternoon

For the first time since moving to the island a little over a year ago, Kate actually felt a little hesitant about coming back to Fandom. Just the faintest desire to stay home in Kansas. There was stuff there that made it seem like it'd be worth it. Her mother was better, her aunt's engagement glee was vaguely amusing, and her brother's thing with the random chick was intriguing to stay the least.

Whereas in Fandom... Well, there was a lot to be wary about. People to worry for. Not really her scene; didn't used to think so, at least. Still adjusting to how things were now.

She'd come back, though. And right now, unpacking made for a great distraction.

[ooc: Open door, open post!]

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"You didn't though," he said quietly right before he kissed the back of her shoulder. "You're stronger than you think you are."

"Didn't feel like that then," Kate replied, just as quietly. "I almost left because I didn't think I could handle it. But I kinda had a chat with Mitchell and --"

She cut that thought short. Whole different pile of issues, right there. "Anyway. I never used to feel like that before. I mean, Mom was Mom, and I never thought I'd start worrying about splitting."

That last statement was something he hadn't heard from her before. He didn't know if she even realized she said it and, for a moment, he continued to be quiet.

"You worry about that?" he finally asked when she didn't clarify or take it back.

Well, she'd felt like she'd already said it. She'd alluded to thinking she'd go crazy, and to her, going crazy meant developing multiple personalities. A side effect of being exposed to that type of mental illness all her life.

Still, she was glad he couldn't see her face right now. "Not as much as I did around this time last year."

Bod tightened his hold on her slightly but didn't say anything else. It was hard to find the relevant words to say to something like that. Hearing it stated outright made him frown and he knew he'd end up worrying for her.

So, he just held her and...didn't know what to else. He was a failure with words today.

Kate couldn't quite tell how he was taking it, and really, she didn't even think it was big news. Even if it was her biggest fear.

"I'm probably too old for that to happen, anyway," she said, after letting the silence linger for a while.

"Probably," he agreed because he really did want to think that. "I really love you."

One topic didn't really have anything to do with the other but he wanted her to know anyway.

"I know," Kate sighed. She could deal with this topic. It was a good one. "You keep telling me. I love you too."

"And you do know me better than any living person," he mumbled, lips against the back of her neck now. "You might even know me better than Silas."

Bod figured the real answer was that they each knew him really well in different ways but saying that wasn't a complete lie at all.

"Different things, probably," she replied with another sigh, closing her eyes. "I doubt he knows everything I know."

And she doubted she knew everything he knew. Just made sense.

"He's not here right now," he said and kissed her neck again, "and you are. You won't forget about me."

He still didn't like knowing what had been done to Scarlett. He knew it had to be done but he didn't like it and feared it happening again to people he was really close with.

"I have no intention of forgetting about you." She knew what he was referring to, but... that wasn't something she really wanted to think about. So, this came out. "And I have no need to forget about you."

"I'll be fine," he promised, just jumping back and forth between topics now. At least he really meant that statement, though. "Maybe I just need to rest. I just need -- you and I need some rest."

"As far as I'm concerned, you can have both," she replied, unphased by his switching between topics. She could follow prety easily. "You'll be fine."

"Can I rest here?" he wondered, having already shut his eyes and curled up close to her back. "I'm dressed, Bobby won't flail."

"Yes," she promised. "If he flails anyway, I'll smack him."

Such an awesome roommate she was.

"I'm dressed, that's rare when I'm around you so he shouldn't flail," Bod decided, already sounding a little sleepier than before. "Do you want me to let go of you?"

"Why would I want you to let go of me?"

Yes, she sounded like she thought he was being a silly boy by asking.

"In case you wanted to move or get up or something if I do fall asleep."

He was going to end up asleep against her back sooner rather than later.

"It's not that hard to escape from you, you know," she pointed out with a quiet laugh. "And I don't have anywhere to go. I can even reach my magazine from here, I'm not going anywhere. Sleep, Bod."

"I'm strong," he insisted, sounding petulant because he was tired. "I am!"

"Maybe when you're awake," she snorted. "Not when you're asleep. Or are you trying to tell me you're planning to cling to me that hard?"

"I'm not asleep yet," he pointed out which meant...nothing. "And I might cling to you that hard. Maybe."

"Well, I already said I wasn't going anywhere," she pointed out. "Although I could still totally escape if I needed to. But cling all you want."

"All right," he said and kept clinging to her even while his fight to keep his eyes open any longer got more difficult. He tried though but a night of bad sleep caught up.

After all the stress he'd built up, he fell asleep rather quickly. It was probably for the best. Hopefully, he'd wake up in a better mood.

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