Nearly March and there was still a chance of snow, but maybe they'd have a nice spring. Kurt was musing over the weather and when the green might return to the garden when he heard the sound of someone on the path. When he glanced up and saw Kitty, Kurt momentarily contemplated disappearing to save them both an awkward conversation. But she'd clearly come out here for him and it would rude not to hear what she wanted to say, even if she meant to finally blow up at him. He wouldn't be surprised.
With Hank returned, Kurt had been able to pass off some of the responsibilities he'd taken on as a leader, which was definitely a relief. He'd also been more withdrawn, still wracked with shame and the nagging anxiety that everyone else hated him. Which was why the look of guilt on Kitty's face when she approached and spoke to him (not the mention the way she crept up and her observation about the bridge) made him chuckle. She had nothing to feel badly over; he hadn't made any effort on his part to seek her out, either. They were both skilled at avoidance.
"It is wet," he nodded solemnly before he smiled again, somewhat sadly, to add, "I miss you, too, Kätzchen." Even though they lived in the same place, even though they saw one another every day, and it was still possible to miss her. Something had definitely changed between them, and maybe this was the first step to righting it. His smile became cautious as he looked at her, letting himself hope that maybe she wasn't here to tell him off after all.