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Room 324, Monday Afternoon

It was official: Kate absolutely hated dealing with interdimensional time differences. Hated, hated, hated. No, seriously. Yesterday, she'd set her brother to work on figuring out a schedule for his graduation visit, and he'd called her back today (a few hours later, his time), and they'd still had to spend the better part of an hour trying to finalize something of a plan. It was a frigging nightmare. She'd almost given up entirely, especially after she'd started getting a headache from trying to understand how their worlds could have been going at different speeds and they could still be having a normal phone conversation.

But somehow, they'd finally done it, and Kate had hung up and sighed and was now sorting through a pile of fresh laundry. She'd washed a bunch of clothes last week and never gotten around to actually putting them away. Might as well do it now.

It was helping her get a little less pissed off at stupid things like the multiverse.

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"Pfft, no you're not," Kate snorted, sounding pretty definite about that. "You are, however, avoiding the question."

"Am I?" He shrugged and kept avoiding the question. "You got any food around here? Something substantial that isn't a fucking vegetable or fruit?"

"There might be some chocolate in my desk drawers, other than that everything's down in the common room," Kate obliged, though she wasn't going to be that easily distracted. "You're still avoiding it."

"Why the fuck are you so determined to get me to answer that question?" Nathan asked, propelling himself out of her bed with his legs and wandering over to his desk. "You that desperate for my love?"

As he got to her desk, he turned and licked his lips at her before, apparently, he equated everything with sex. Or he just wasn't going to be badgered into answering that easily.

This was clearly going to be one of those days where Kate's eyes were just going to attempt to roll straight out of her head, at some point. "You made me say it to you like fifteen minutes ago," she pointed out, ignoring the innuendo. "What, are you afraid of the words now?"

Yes, he was fucking afraid of those words. It wasn't like he said them sincerely to anyone lately. Or ever unless they were his mum. He was not going to admit that to Kate of people. Or anyone.

"Yeah, but you were fucking lying," Nathan pointed out, digging some chocolate out of her desk. "I made you say the words to me. There's a difference."

"Uh, and when exactly did I say you had to be truthful or that I expected you would be?" Kate asked, raising her eyebrows. "And you already said 'the Kate you know and love', anyway."

"So, why do I have to say it again?" Nathan wondered, popping the chocolate into his mouth. "Really Kate, we had one night and this constant and overwhelming stalking you're doing of me is just sad by now."

"I just think it's fair that you have to say it properly too," Kate replied. Also, it had distracted him sufficiently from his previous line of thought. "And not just as a part of a saying."

Nathan rolled his eyes and then mimed 'I love you' by pointing at himself, drawing a heart in the air with his fingers and then pointing at her.

"How's that?" he asked, eating some more of her chocolate. "Will that hold you over until we can be together?"

"Aww, I think that's sufficient," Kate replied, making sure to look mock smitten with him, just briefly. "Now, are you gonna eat my entire stash or do I get some chocolate too?"

"Are you gonna ask nicely or am I gonna have to eat it all to teach you lesson?" Yes, Nathan thought she should ask nicely for her chocolate. No one said he was a normal bloke.

"It's my chocolate, Nathan."

Funnily enough, Kate didn't think she should have to ask nicely.

"Then, this is a perfectly good time to practice your manners," Nathan pointed out but pushed away from her desk to wander closer to her bed. "It's your chocolate but what if you and ghostly boyfriend have dinner with his parents one day and you have to ask one of them nicely which tombstone you can take a leak at?"

Kate blinked at him for that for a good long while.

Then, "There were so many different things wrong with that statement that I'm not even gonna try to list them."

As he got closer to her bed, he tossed the chocolate her way before flopping back down and sighing. "You ever fucked him in a graveyard?"

He was not sorry, Kate.

Kate made another face. "I'm not an exhibitionist." Not enough to do anything disrespectful in a graveyard, not anymore. She nibbled on the chocolate.

"You're not?" Nathan gasped and shook his head. "I was so wrong about you, Kate. You're not an exhibitionist, you don't want me, you give out hugs when I'm lonely, you're just...boring!"

"Oh we're back to that again, are we?" Kate drawled, mildly amused. "I'm not here for your entertainment, Nathaniel."

"You're not?" Nathan said, pretending to be utterly surprised. "Then, what the fuck are you here for?"

"This is my room," Kate pointed out, with a sweeping motion all around herself. "I am essentially here to live."

"How existential," Nathan said, eyes widening. "That mean I can't take a nap here since it might get in the way of your living?"

"No, I'm pretty sure my life could accommodate your nap by going on around you," Kate replied, wryly. "You so sound like a homeless person, by the way."

Nathan shrugged. "Well, I kinda am even if it's self imposed homelessness. I'm pretty hot for a homeless bloke, right? Admit it, you'd do me if you didn't have some ghost boyfriend."

"Yes, yes, whatever," Kate replied, waving a hand and taking another bite of chocolate. "Though my boyfriend isn't a ghost."

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