Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-11-22 05:16 pm
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Room 324, Monday After Classes
Kate was twitchy. She supposed it was a natural side effect of knowing one of her best friends was pretty much going to walk into his death in a few days, and she was supposed to go... see him off, or something. That was not something she wanted to be dealing with.
So after classes, she'd pulled on her PVH garb, and sat down in front of her computer. This was easy, this was so far removed from everything else going on in her life. She got to talk about the whole Princess Valhalla mythology, and random other stuff too. In fact, she was just in the middle of a good rant about the latest season of one of her favorite trashy shows when the guy on the screen (fourth_mister, again) interrupted her.
"Uh, I'm sorry but... I don't actually watch The Real Housewives of New Jersey."
Kate blinked, a little taken aback. "Oh," she said. "I... thought you said I could talk about whatever I wanted."
"I did!" the guy assured her hastily, and gave her a smile. "But now I wanna do something else."
Well. This was unexpected, but she supposed she was game. At least to find out what it was he wanted to do. "... Okay. What?" If it involved her taking her clothes off, she was so not doing it.
"Do you have any cake?"
What? Kate laughed, just because that went way over her head. "Cake?" she repeated, then sobered up some, because she really had no idea where this was going. "Why?"
"Um... I was hoping you could, um..." He swallowed. "Sit on it?"
Uhh. Kate didn't even know what to say to that. After a moment of hesitation, she told him she didn't really have the means to fulfill his request at the moment, but that she'd think about it, and then she announced she had to go, and ended the chat.
With a sigh, Kate started changing out of the costume into some regular clothes, her mind buzzing with several different kinds of things all at once.
[ooc: Door is closed, post is open! The contents of the conversation under the cut are NFB, please and thank you. Taken again from UsoT S02E08.]
So after classes, she'd pulled on her PVH garb, and sat down in front of her computer. This was easy, this was so far removed from everything else going on in her life. She got to talk about the whole Princess Valhalla mythology, and random other stuff too. In fact, she was just in the middle of a good rant about the latest season of one of her favorite trashy shows when the guy on the screen (fourth_mister, again) interrupted her.
"Uh, I'm sorry but... I don't actually watch The Real Housewives of New Jersey."
Kate blinked, a little taken aback. "Oh," she said. "I... thought you said I could talk about whatever I wanted."
"I did!" the guy assured her hastily, and gave her a smile. "But now I wanna do something else."
Well. This was unexpected, but she supposed she was game. At least to find out what it was he wanted to do. "... Okay. What?" If it involved her taking her clothes off, she was so not doing it.
"Do you have any cake?"
What? Kate laughed, just because that went way over her head. "Cake?" she repeated, then sobered up some, because she really had no idea where this was going. "Why?"
"Um... I was hoping you could, um..." He swallowed. "Sit on it?"
Uhh. Kate didn't even know what to say to that. After a moment of hesitation, she told him she didn't really have the means to fulfill his request at the moment, but that she'd think about it, and then she announced she had to go, and ended the chat.
With a sigh, Kate started changing out of the costume into some regular clothes, her mind buzzing with several different kinds of things all at once.
[ooc: Door is closed, post is open! The contents of the conversation under the cut are NFB, please and thank you. Taken again from UsoT S02E08.]
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Agitated, he tried to pull into himself, make himself a smaller target for whatever.
"You asked me a question about a practice I do know about so I know it can go wrong so now I can't help but wonder what you're going to do," he said, frowning. "Last time wasn't good and you were just an observer. Can you blame me for this? Can you honestly tell me you'd feel different if our positions were reversed?"
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Here she stopped herself, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. She shook her head.
"Ugh, whatever. You wanna know why I'm going again? Because my best friend asked me to come wish him good luck when he's about to go do something completely insane. And you wanna know what totally dangerous things I'm going to do? I am gonna yell at him, and at our friends, and then I'm probably gonna cry because there's nothing I can do to stop him. That's what I'm gonna do."
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"Good luck with your trip," he said, trying not to sound as upset as he was. "Next time, though, after I share a very real fear of not seeing you again, maybe you could try to be slightly more sympathetic because that just...wasn't."
He shook his head. "I shared with you what I'm feeling. You got angry. Good luck with your trip."
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"I have no idea what it is that you wanted from me," she said, then shrugged. "But, bye, I guess. Later."
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Bod looked at her, knuckles turning white with how tight he was holding the door. "I don't want facts or a list. I just want you to tell me I'll see you again. If you get hurt, that hurts me and I'm not into that idea."
Her words were still very fresh in his mind from that day.
"I understand your friend's important to you but I don't know him. I know you and you're the one that I'm worried about. Knowing the facts, that just doesn't make me less afraid. Worried."
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Mostly because she didn't like dwelling on the alternative, but she really did think she wasn't going to be doing anything dangerous just by going to Bristol. Mitchell wouldn't have asked her if that had been the case.
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He kept holding onto her door, eyes on the floor but hadn't moved any further out. Her reassurance was what he'd wanted to hear but he still felt scraped raw.
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When people said they had to tell her something, it tended not to be good.
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He still felt the tinges of being upset and worried, still felt tense, but his voice was steady.
"Being in my position with you, it's hard. I love it but it's hard. There's so much you can't or won't tell me and I'm left to wonder if you're all right, if you're in trouble, whatever. I don't stop you though. I never have. I worry and I hope but I need you to understand that's hard and I'm allowed to be stressed and I'm allowed to be worried. I know you're not good at sympathy but when I say I'm worried about you not coming back, a speech telling me that my fear is misguided isn't going to help. You do what you need to do, Kate. I hope everything does go well but just remember that it's not easy to be the one here, with little information, hoping you're all right. I love you and I'll wait but it's not always easy to not know. That's all. The end."
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At the end, she didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say, but she did step closer and reached for him, with the intention of kissing him like she'd meant to since she'd first opened the door for him earlier.
Sometimes kisses worked better for her when it came to conveying things, so she had to try.
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He wasn't going to argue though. Kissing was a good thing (unless she was kissing him goodbye) so after taking a moment to recover, he responded and reached for her too.
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Desperate for what? Who knows.
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He didn't want to say goodbye. He was still worried and still stressed but he tried to keep those out of their kiss so it'd just be a good, strong kiss.
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She could still try and convey that she cared about him a lot even if she failed at sympathy and other things.
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It was hard to leave themselves open to more talking but he also didn't want any awkwardness dealing with acting without thinking.
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So she said nothing, just seemed to find her own feet with their bright red nails utterly fascinating.
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He just didn't want that to happen right now. He wouldn't have been able to handle it.
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But now she didn't know what to do. He was the one who'd just made a big speech, but somehow she was the one feeling weirdly exposed.
She rubbed at one of her eyes.
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So, he waited quietly, glancing at her every so often and trying to predict what might happen.
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So she reached for his hand.
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