Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
Kit's own mother was a very faded memory. He didn't like to think about it, so he didn't, his mind skipped sideways away from the suggestion like a stone skimming over water ruffles lightly the surface-tension, but doesn't disturb it so comprehensively it makes a sound. Kit didn't look perturbed, or worried, he tucked his chin down and observed Tory side-on, the jerk of his shoulders that made something heavy seem light. "You own Tory," he remarked. "I've never met someone else called Tory." And the implicit suggestion was they'd be female.
He smiled fractionally at the explanation that wasn't, that meandered around and never quite answered the point. Kit was angular. He'd been put together that way, it didn't matter what he ate. He had fine bones and a sharp nose and he twisted his thumbs together now, a habit he didn't really notice as he looked at Tory. "I don't think you gave the full picture, as it were." The smile bloomed. "I'm not particularly difficult about the comparison."