The way they were raised, it was no wonder Catherine was the emotionally unavailable one and he was the one more prone to fits of all out weeping. Her tears mostly came when she was least expecting them or with the madness. But that was alright. She appreciated knowing what he was thinking most of the time, the fact that he wasn't a mystery. Why did everything have to be a mystery?
"Don't you fucking tease me or I'll poke you in the infection. And where will we be then? Blood poisoning, that's where," she scrunched up her nose. After all, she hadn't been sassing him as much lately. That was one of the more noteable things that had changed. Their arguments had been real and not just fun little debates anymore.
They had to crab-walk to move with her all tangled up in his arms but she didn't mind. She sat on the edge of his mattress first and scoot back to settle against his pillows. "Of course, we could. I wouldn't bring it up otherwise," Catherine arched an eyebrow, "And it would be a way to guarantee you seeing me one way or another." Besides, he was practically living in her trailer anyway.