Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
Past-tense said an awful lot. Tory was the kind of person who denied the past while living wholly beholden to it, after all. Fortunately, after many years and a decent amount of psychiatric counseling, the mention of his mother didn't set him into a fit of rage. He could even talk about her like a civil human being, in small doses. "Yeah," he confirmed. "Which made it pretty shitty when she skated on me and my dad when I was a kid." Again, an indifferent shrug. Thing was, it was mostly not an act. You couldn't persist in being angry at someone for fifteen-plus years when you honestly hardly remembered them.
He locked the filter in place and emptied a bottle of water into the reservoir of the coffee pot, flicking the switch to start it brewing. "I'm not actually sure," he admitted. "There's like, well, I think you hear the name Kit and you kind of, well, a kit is a baby fox, so it really conjures up an image of a cute fuzzy little fox child, you know? But you're not particularly vulpine." So, this wasn't going any better. "Have I mentioned that I overexplain? A lot?" He rubbed at the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly.