June 1st, evening Who: Catherine & Callum Where: Callum's trailer When June 1st, Evening What: Soup and a conversation. Warnings: NSFW
Her part in the rescue mission done, Catherine had been trying to find a way to make Callum feel better. But every conversation made her think that maybe... Maybe she was bad for him. Maybe she needed to let him go so he could actually be happy. There was an elephant but it wasn't in the room. It was in her mind. And they needed to talk about it.
She had spent her day slow cooking some chicken noodle soup, not expecting that Callum would be interested in more substantial foods. Without a word, she let herself into his trailer using the key he'd given her and had casually gone into his kitchen to set her pot on his stove and set it to simmering to keep warm. It appeared that Callum was dead asleep - probably from pain medication. She chewed her bottom lip, going between waking him and letting him rest.
Choosing the latter, she settled on his little couch and pulled her knees to her chest. Her body was so sore and she had a dull headache that just didn't want to quit. Although it was no longer actually present, she could almost feel the burn of Kennet's power under her skin. It made her question herself - what the Hell was she doing here amongst all these others? Even though it had been her gifts that had found their lost people, there were others with the same gifts and more power to them. What made her any sort of important in the grand scheme of things?