Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
Kit did as he was expected, because ...he was expected to do it. He had acknowledged the pause in Tory's movement which suggested he, Kit, was meant to reach for the coffee pot and he did, the acrid smell of coffee-beans sharp and bitter and aromatic enough his mouth flooded. He was from a school of bringing up, however late that had kicked in, where one waited until somebody declared themselves 'mother', which was a ridiculous way of thinking about it, especially as Kit's only reason for being anywhere near Scotland was the lack of one.
"People do both," Kit allowed, and he curled long fingers around the length of his mug and rested his thumbs against the brim. "I see it rather more than you'd expect, in people who are poorly." The little hospital in town he hoped to keep his hand in, and he listened with one eyebrow curling upward to the lurid description. "Exceptionally cheery. Did he do the doctors in first?" he said, dry as ashes.