Re: Shiloh & Kit: the B&B sitting room
Shiloh was of course, right. There were paragons of virtue somewhere. Probably. Who could sustain being beatifically unaggravated in the face of provocation. Kit was not one of them by nature, and there was probably a sweet spot of particularly pointed aggravation that could meet Kit's generally calm demeanour and ruffle feathers. But it wasn't an exposed spot. Nor was he especially difficult. The generally calm demeanour, mentioned earlier.
He met the assessment of his dress with equanimity, and glanced downward as if to remind himself exactly what it was he was wearing. "I thought I'd made progress by putting on clothes before breakfast," Kit said mildly, "I could have wandered out here in pyjamas." He directed a faint smile in Shiloh's direction, who doubtless would have complained about those. "It's lucky you don't care about anyone's opinion of you," he added serenely. Kit had experience of Shiloh at his most Shiloh. "Regardless of your company."
He had nothing to say on coffee. Kit was acquiring it, and he clutched it once he had it and drank it in gulps that seemed directly to contradict how hot it had to have been. It was not the case that Kit was dedicated to a look. There was a combination of lack of money, and lack of time that had brought themselves together that Kit had not unpicked them since arriving in town. He had broadly both, and he did not lack taste: he raised one eyebrow, as Shiloh summed him up on return.
"If you have advice, I'll take it," he said, of his appearance, and he didn't look surprised at the seating arrangements. "What am I doing?" Now Kit looked surprised. "Working? Research, looking at trauma, how it affects the brain," he said, a little vaguely because while he was drinking coffee it had had little time to take effect. "Or, oh. Cigarettes. I know. A doctor, but," Kit shrugged a little, as if to say - vices. "My work has nothing to do with the authorities. And I've got no interest in justice."