Kelsey: At the whisper a hand was slightly removed from her line of vision so that she could see the Empath with one eye. Sighing she let both arms fall back onto the bed above her head. A slight frown crossed her lips. “It’s just I’ve been having all these… weird… things going on with me… So I… I went to Katherine to uh, to see if um… I could go to a doctor… I thought maybe I was, um…. Sick.” Shifting the slayer slid her body up the bed a little more so that her legs wouldn’t be hanging over the edge. “I’d been having all these, uh, symptoms and um.. shit…” Shifting again dark eyes looked away from Emma and up at the ceiling. “She says I’m not sick. So I, uh, I guess that’s good right?...” How the hell was she supposed to get into this whole thing when she wasn’t even sure how she got into it her self?
Shifting she sighed. “She just uh, said some stuff and I guess… It got under my skin or something and I’ve been, trying to, I guess figure out if, uh, what she said, might, um, be, you know… true.” The slayer could feel her self starting to emotionally shut the other girl out. By being vague it was a way of getting off her chest and Emma would never know, right?... ‘Damn it Kel! Stop that!’ Taking in a slow, ragged breath the slayer tried to figure out what to say next… What was there to say really? ‘Oh I’m not sick, I’m just a moron and don’t know what emotions are?’
Emma: Taking in all of the information, Kelsey’s avoidance of the specifics didn’t upset the Empath. It was never easy talking about these things and patience was key. At the mention of her girl being sick she frowned, though continued to listen intently. Once the baby slayer had finished speaking the Telepath gave a nod. "Maybe she’s right, or maybe she’s not. The most you can do is consider both alternatives and what each means to you. Beyond that, corny as it is, time will answer the rest. Unless. . .um, you have questions. I might um. . .be able to help with that. I. . .I wish I could do more to help you Kel." Brows furrowed with the feeling of the younger woman pulling away but she wouldn’t allow it to effect her disposition. Whatever Kelsey was dealing with, she wanted to be supportive and assure the girl whichever decision was made in the matter she would still be there. Their relationship was a sort of complicated she’d never encountered previous and at this point it was very much a learning process along the way.
Kelsey: Kel shifted, what exactly was she supposed to tell Emma at this point? Should she spill her thoughts about the precise contents of the conversation? Was that something that would help the situation? Should she confront Emma about what she thought she might have heard? That could potentially save her from making a complete fool of her self realistically. What was the best thing to say? To do? Was there really an answer in this situation? Releasing a heavy sigh Kel nodded as Emma spoke. There were really two options, either she loved Emma, or she didn’t. With the thought of the second possibility a flinch of pain shot across her features before she could even realize what was going on in her own mind. Once more thoughts surfaced of their most recent fight. The note she’d left Emma blantently said she would be miserable without the other woman. If Emma impacted her that much… it could really only mean one thing, right?... Even if Kel didn’t understand it, this whole “l” word thing was seeming more and more real with each passing second.
“I… I think she’s right… I mean… when I think of the alternative… it, uh, it…….. hurts.” Shifting Kel paused for a moment, letting her eyes wander over the slim framed red head next to her. She always longed for Emma and even the idea of being away from the girl for a second was nearly unbearable. Was this what love was? Wanting to be with a person all the time?... It seemed almost… TV mini series unreal… This was the shit that she’d seen in movies and on shows, not anything that could actually be real. Shifting again Kel paused before reaching a hand over and gently taking one of Emma’s in her own and interlacing their fingers while still laying down.