"Right," Kit said, giving him a smile. Either he was handling this all heroically well, she thought, or John was just too confused to think to demand why she'd come all this way just to throw his world out of joint and make him spill his stout.
For her part, she was glad he didn't press her; she'd told herself repeatedly over the last few days that she'd just wanted to see, just wanted to see with her own eyes that he was all right and in one piece and hadn't been ruined by his own bad shit. And now, standing in the same room with him, she was becoming keenly aware of just what a liar she'd been. "Tomorrow mornin', then?" she asked. "'Round nine?"
She stamped what was left of her cigarette out in the ashtray, and its soft glow ceased with a certain finality. "Think I might be wanderin' off to bed soon, though," she said, though she nodded in response to John's warning, and added with a wry grin, "Unless you think that might be too dangerous, too." And God above, she hadn't meant that to sound like an invitation - or maybe she had. She wasn't even sure herself, and she found herself irrationally wishing she could just hit pause on this whole conversation until things settled down in her head and started to make sense again.
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Date: 2007-02-05 08:33 am (UTC)For her part, she was glad he didn't press her; she'd told herself repeatedly over the last few days that she'd just wanted to see, just wanted to see with her own eyes that he was all right and in one piece and hadn't been ruined by his own bad shit. And now, standing in the same room with him, she was becoming keenly aware of just what a liar she'd been. "Tomorrow mornin', then?" she asked. "'Round nine?"
She stamped what was left of her cigarette out in the ashtray, and its soft glow ceased with a certain finality. "Think I might be wanderin' off to bed soon, though," she said, though she nodded in response to John's warning, and added with a wry grin, "Unless you think that might be too dangerous, too." And God above, she hadn't meant that to sound like an invitation - or maybe she had. She wasn't even sure herself, and she found herself irrationally wishing she could just hit pause on this whole conversation until things settled down in her head and started to make sense again.