Who: Rusty Beck and Kitty Norville What: A conversation he's not really sure about When: Saturday evening Where: His and Peter's place Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Rusty was not at all sure about telling Kitty some of the stuff he was going to tell her, but he trusted her and that was kind of a rare thing for him. He'd told Peter and that conversation had gone well, so maybe this one would too? Ugh, this had been so much easier back home, when he hadn't actually had to tell people the whole story. When they'd already known.
But that was there and this was here, and he just had to make the best of it.
He was in the living room, studying listlessly, when he heard the sound of the front door. He knew exactly who it was, so it wasn't like he was worried, and he didn't have to be a werewolf to tell Kitty's footsteps from everybody else's. He'd had to learn that skill back home, it'd made parts of life a whole lot easier, and that wasn't exactly something he could shake here.
Ah, the dubious joy of survival mechanisms.
"Hey, Kitty," he said without actually looking up. "Homework sucks, have I whined about that lately?"