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The Causeway, Sunday Evening

Despite the progress she'd been making in a variety of things, walking around alone after sunset was still not something Kate was particularly fond of. She'd been pretty keen on spending time with Zach, though, so that meant it had already been dark when she'd made back east. And that... had quickly led to going through a mental list of options of what to do.

She'd picked calling Nathan before catching a cab back to the island. She had her reasons. And she also had a little brown bag of takeaway in hand when she stepped onto the causeway. Like she'd promised.

[ooc: For that one guy who could never ever protect her from an angry vampire or anything else, really.]

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"Yeah I've been hearing variations of that so much from people lately," she replied, dryly, "that it's starting to seem like there is not a look that is good on me. Which, I can tell you, really makes me feel a lot better."

She shook her head. "You know, I was happy today. At one point."

"Don't stand there and guilt trip me," Nathan told her, shaking his head. "I've seen someone else close to me check out like this and I fucking told him what I thought too. He was a fucking loser prick who took off on me when things got too hard and he was too tired. Take it from someone that knows, you checking out and deciding that everyone here is too hard for you and not worth the effort? Not the best thing you'll ever do. They'll remember. So don't fucking guilt trip me, Kate. It won't work."

He paused and thinned his lips before he spoke again. "And I really can't believe you were happy when you're talking about running away from yourself and just leaving it all behind. Really, you were happy? Really."

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Kate shrugged a shoulder, finally looking at him again. "Maybe I was happy because being with someone who doesn't know all my shit and who won't find out either is kinda like running away," she said, subdued. "And I'm sorry your dad was a loser, and I know what it's like when parents check out when stuff is too much, even if mine always comes back eventually, but this really is kind of a different situation."

Nathan held up a hand and turned around again, ready to start walking. "Do what you want, Kate. Just do what you want. I really don't give a flying fuck. And don't apologize to me either. I don't want your pity. Can we just go? I wouldn't want to tire you out further."

"I don't have pity for anyone," Kate replied, again almost just stating a fact. She couldn't remember ever pitying anyone, apart from maybe herself. Considering the life stories of some of her friends, it was pretty remarkable, actually.

She moved, finally, hands in her pockets again, finally crossing the distance between them. "And I think you do give a fuck."

"No, I really don't, not when I'm probably just making you more tired," he said, lips twisting as he stared straight ahead. "Why waste my time giving a fuck when you're just going to hide in your room and stare at your fucking walls like the star footballer just dumped you? Woe is you, Kate, woe is you."

Kate stopped, not quite beside him, a little further back, watching him. "I go to classes, I work out, I do my training, I go to work, I go to the Perk, I bother you," she said evenly. "I'm not staring at walls. I'm trying. I fail a lot, and I'm not convinced I won't give in but I'm trying."

"And you're writing every single fucking person off, you know that, right?" Nathan asked her, stopping again. "This place is too hard and too tiring and the people here aren't worth it so you run away on your little bird legs and dick around with some guy that is. Great implications there, Kate. Just great."

"I never said the people here weren't worth it," Kate replied, raising her eyebrows though the expression was mild at best. "Or that I was gonna lose all contact with everyone even if I left. I think that's you projecting."

And she knew all about doing that, or would have had she admitted some things to herself first.

Nathan rolled his eyes. "You are counting down the days until you can get the fuck out of here and you seem gleeful about it while talking to someone that isn't leaving for awhile. I don't think it's me projecting, I think it's me being right. You're lonely. Hey, join the fucking club. We all are."

"I think I'm more missing people than I am lonely," Kate said, but there wasn't much fight in it.

She sighed. "I was so wrong about you."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "You were wrong about me how?"

"Thought you'd be the kind of person I'd never have any kind of serious discussion with." She shook her head. Stupid Kate, should know better by now. "And it's not even the first time. Yeah I know, I shouldn't assume."

At least this time she hadn't though him to be on the stupid side as well. Sorry Jason.

"Yeah, then you were wrong. I'm not a fucking idiot," Nathan said, scowling a bit. "And why, if you're missing people, do you not fix the shit instead of just moping around like a fucking sad clown?"

"Never said you were an idiot, Nathan, I just thought it wouldn't come to this with you," Kate replied, rolling her eyes. "And I don't know of any way to fix a dead person, do you? Even one that's technically still walking around."

There were other dead-but-not-quite things she could have maybe fixed but she was moving. On. Really, she was.

"You know, I don't have to be here," Nathan said, still scowling. "Yeah, you brought me chicken fucking nuggets but I could have left then and I didn't. Maybe I should just go now since I'm not what you thought I was."

Kate rolled her eyes again, then raised her brows at him. "Did I say that was a bad thing?"

"You certainly made it sound that way," Nathan said sullenly, turning to start walking again. "You know, if I were to offer you advice, I'd say be a little more fucking clear with things. Your little mind games and turns of phrase get really fucking old. Maybe make that a late New Year's resolution."

"Hard to be clear when you don't know what the fuck you're doing," Kate replied, taking some steps to follow him even as she considered just letting him go and taking her chances with the darkness. "You don't have to come around for me anymore if I'm so confusing and manipulative and shit."

"You are confusing and you are manipulative," Nathan said without hesitation. "And so am I. It's the mark of a good little sociopath, really. I come around because I want to come around but if you're just gonna write me the fuck off and whine about wanting to run away all the time, then I will stop."

"Hey, I haven't been whining all the time, and I haven't written you off even if you keep saying that," she felt it pertinent to point out. "I'm pretty sure I was talking in a perfectly non-whiney fashion about my date at some point."

"The date where you pretended to be sophisticated right before telling me that was your version of running away?" Nathan questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Well at least I wasn't whining." That was obviously something to hold onto. "And it didn't feel like that when I was there. I was just a normal girl on a date, it was nice."

"Why are you desperate to be normal?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "That's boring. You're much more enjoyable when you're being loud, obnoxious, and mean. You're a great asshole, Kate. What's wrong with that?"

"Maybe because I've never been normal?" Kate offered, shrugging a shoulder lightly. "Doesn't mean I'm going for a full personality makeover."

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