Pete was aware when she left anyway. Kitty didn't displace that much of the bed, but he was a light sleeper at best unless he'd gotten completely pissed the night before. Which he hadn't been able to do in years. It had been too risky, to get falling down drunk, even when he was staying the night in one of the settlements. Getting properly paraletic pissed was the luxury of the safe. Like this lot.
He knew what day it was. It was actually possible to keep track of it much better, what with having constant reliable electricity and all. For many years, he'd hated the holiday. Then he'd stopped caring. Then the world had gone to shit. Now, though, he had a different thought.
Wisdom went through his own day as usual, training with the others and whatever task they gave him so that he could prove to be useful and trustworthy someday.
But once evening rolled around and he knew Kitty would be done in engineering and come back to her room eventually. When his things had finally been returned to him, he'd had a few candles in his bag. And no use for them, until tonight. It wasn't going to be much, a bit of dancing by candlelight, likely in his room since there wasn't a thing in there. (Pete had hardly been in there the entire time he'd been here.) Perhaps they could watch a movie. Kit had plenty of them. Just the two of then. Not much, but it was something.
Pete was flipping through the music on his own mp3 player, trying to decide on a playlist. Music and cinema were two of the things he actually enjoyed but he was particular about both. He looked up as Kitty walked in. "Hullo, kitten," he greeted, getting up from the chair he'd been sitting in.