Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
All right, that was true. Maybe he thought an apology for knocking and then coming in was a little bit unnecessary, but some people were like that, weren't they? Or maybe it was a cultural thing. Canadians apologized a lot, supposedly. So, perhaps it was the right thing to do if you dropped by unannounced and let yourself in even after knocking on the door. Mostly, it was a little surprising, because it wasn't like Tory got a lot of visitors, and certainly nobody who hadn't made some kind of appointment. Again, the only ones he'd had were those who showed up for interviews, and then left with both parties to the process disappointed.
Slight widening of the eyes at the greeting, though, and Tory forgot the apology. This was Kit. Ah. Well. "Oh, uh, right, right!" Tory said, pushing away from the desk in a way that made it wobble alarmingly for a second before he caught it and steadied it with one hand. "Ha. Yeah, Tory. That's me, Tory." Kit was, putting it simply, not what he had expected. "And you're Kit." Again, really unnecessary, the repetition of facts, and all. "Right, I thought you'd be..." Older was the word, but that seemed kind of rude, didn't it? His mental image of the guy was basically Anthony Stewart Head circa 1995, to be perfectly honest. This was going to take some adjusting to. "Thought you'd be by sometime this week." Manners. He went over, stuck out a hand: pale, freckled, long-fingered. "Tory Wyler. Um, officially. Welcome to my own personal...uh," he gestured. "This. Lab."