vanillajello | Room 324, Monday Afternoon

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Room 324, Monday Afternoon

After the arrest and everything, yesterday had continued to be just as moodswingy a day as many of the others before it. On one hand, her video had gained more than 250,000 hits in a single day, and Lynda had invited her to the Crossroads art shindig this Friday. On the other, she and her brother had had to listen to their parents fighting for like two hours in the evening. That always made her feel like an orphan. It sucked.

As did having to leave Marshall alone with the mess she could escape, especially when it was going to be his sixteenth birthday tomorrow. But Kate was still insanely glad when she finally managed to convince her parents to unground her so she could come back to Fandom.

She flew back, her parents paid for the tickets. She was too late for her classes, and probably would've skipped them anyway, so once she made it into her room, she just dropped her bags on the floor and fell over onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows.

Home sweet home, or something.

[ooc: Door is cracked, post is open, girl is... a lot of things.]

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More settled. Something like that. Kate moved to lay on her back, looking up at him. She had spent a long time not really looking at him so maybe this was progress.

"I smoked a lot of pot while I was home," she said, going back to idle sharing. Filling silence with pointless words. "Wish I could've brought some back with me."

Bod gave a little frown at that mostly because he knew by now what pot was. What he didn't know was how readily available it was or why it was something anyone would want to do.

It wasn't something he could see himself doing but there was no need to share that so he didn't.

Kate raised her eyebrows. "Why the frown?" She wasn't quite sure she was actually expecting him to answer that.

Bod shook his head, make her semi prediction come true. He'd frowned for a reason but he wasn't talking so she'd just have to guess.

"Prude," Kate decided, but she said it lightly. Kind of. "Anyway, we panicked and flushed it when the cops came." She rolled her eyes. "We were sure they were there for us."

Bod wondered how she could say that when she didn't even know what he'd been thinking. He just raised his eyebrows at her words and then shook his head again. It wasn't a disagreement shake, just a 'you were lucky' shake.

Well, that was the beauty of having to jump to conclusions when she didn't have words to go on.

"It was so weird," she said, with a brief shake of her own head. "Never thought I'd actually see Dad getting handcuffed."

Bod could definitely understand that. He could only imagine what Silas thought when he'd been in the back of a police car so he had to imagine it was hard for her.

He nodded and reached to brush his fingers through her hair gently.

"And then Mom made Aunt Charmaine babysit us," she continued, wryly amused though it was faint and gone all too soon. "Apparently, Dad had told Moosh he'd beaten up some contractor who'd screwed him over with something he was supposed to do to the Hubbard house."

She paused, then added as an afterthought, "We officially own that now, by the way."

Nodding again, Bod really realized how busy her few days home had been. No wonder she was so tired. It sounded like she hadn't even had time to sleep. Poor stressed Kate.

Kate wouldn't have argued with that assessment.

"And, like I said, when he came back, we had to listen to him and Mom yelling at each other," she said dryly, looking at the ceiling. "Best Sunday ever."

Bod didn't really know how to convey that he was sorry so he just kept moving his fingers through her hair and sighed a little. He wanted to tell her he was sorry and that he wished she hadn't had to hear that but he kept his word and kept silent.

Kate knew he was sorry, or at least she was pretty sure he was. She didn't need to hear it, that would've made no difference to the fact that it had still happened.

She reached a hand up to his cheek, just for a light touch of her fingertips there while her expression softened a little, her voice got a little quieter. "I missed you."

Bod nodded. He'd missed her too and tried to convey that by leaning into her hand a little. He'd missed her even more knowing what she'd been going through. His week had been easy compared to hers.

Kate was sure there was no one else on the island who had had a week as shitty as hers. Even though hers had also had some very, very good moments, pretty much all of them at Lynda's loft.

She let her hand stay where it was, genty pressed against his cheek, and just looked up at him. Not quite as intensely as he sometimes did to her, but still.

[I GOOD YOU BID NIGHT. Or something.]

He smiled down at her a little sadly, wishing there was something more he could do to help her but he knew that not talking and letting her have her quiet and inane conversation was probably helping for now. So, he did that.

[AND A SIMILAR BID TO YOU! NIGHT!

It was actually helping a lot more than she would've thought, rambling at a silent listener. Maybe it was good to just talk.

"I got to drive Hubbard's Cadillac," she shared next. "A little weird. But it's a cool car."

Bod nodded again because there was little else he could do right now. He remembered the car from when he'd been there and wondered if it'd be put to use or just junked.

Apparently it was the former so at least there was some good use coming of it.

"Had to kind of check it for ghosts though," Kate added as an idle afterthought. These things stuck with her. If Hubbard was in there, she probably wouldn't have seen him, anyway.

"And Dad's saying I'm done driving it, but he also says I'm done with hanging out with Lynda, and that isn't happening, so..."

Bod half smiled but it didn't last long before he was back to neutrality and quiet thoughtfulness. No, it probably wouldn't happen if she was insistent on something.

He said nothing, of course.

Kate stayed quiet for another longer moment, too. Her hand had stayed brushing against his cheek, but it moved now, so she could trace the edges of his lips with a single fingertip.

"Y'know, I would've cracked by now."

That could've meant a lot of things, and she knew it.

Bod shrugged a shoulder then, not really knowing why he'd chosen to stay quiet and committed. He didn't think it really mattered since he had and that was the important part.

"I couldn't shut up for long," she said, her hand trailing down to his neck before she let it drop, settled it on her stomach. "Sorry if I made you feel bad."

Well, she had so he was glad to hear that. He shrugged but added a nod to say it was fine, he wasn't going to hold a grudge. He was pretty sure he'd done the same to her so it wasn't one sided.

He just couldn't express apologies without talking and he wasn't talking.

"And thanks for staying," she added, after chewing on her lip for a bit. "You didn't have to."

Even though she didn't want to think about how shitty she would've felt if he actually had gone away.

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