Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
Yes, Kit had a sense of humor. Most people did and when they didn't, it was more than likely it was a sign something had gone wrong, or something stark or dark had arrived in their lives eroding the ability to laugh. Which no, Kit hadn't studied. But laughing was natural. So was shyness, embarrassment, and obliviousness. Tory seemed to be the first, a touch the second, and not at all the third. "The heady heights," Kit confirmed, of name-brand coffee, with the smile inching a little wider.
He didn't intend to not give things away, Kit. He wasn't intent, not even half-way across the room of packing things in and closing doors and metaphorically locking himself in. It would have been significantly more effortful that way and Kit didn't look much like he invested effort in his person. The thread hanging loose from his cuff and the shabby sides of his shoes probably said as much. He grinned when Tory listed a series of implausible hobbies and he raised one eyebrow.
"I'd say, let's go for a wander in the city I've not spent nearly any time in, and see what strikes us when we trip over it," he said, in return.