Kissing the side of his head, Sarah's response was nearly immediate. "I'll come," she said softly, hugging him tighter. She definitely didn't want to be without him tonight, and she didn't want to be in this apartment alone either.
Well, not entirely alone, a fact she hadn't forgotten, but her kitten seemed intent to remind them of this, for Guinevere let out an indignant meow from the vicinity of their legs, where she had come to rest after creeping across the apartment. Sarah's knee, then Peter's, was headbutted in turn and then she meowed again before Sarah let go of Peter with one arm and picked the kitten up, tucking Guinevere between them. That settled one issue, but a series of chest-directed head bumps and growly meows addressed Guinevere's opinion of being left behind after all that had just happened.
Sarah's sigh was soft, the closest she could come to amusement right now. "She just invited herself, didn't she?"