Re: Shiloh & Kit: the B&B sitting room
Kit believed in coincidence. Not because he'd had a joyful childhood but because he didn't believe in fate. Fate required dreaming and a little bit of whimsy and Kit lacked an abundance of either. Nor did he think everyone everywhere could calculate to the precision that brought people colliding together. Kit wasn't calculating, he lacked the energy for it. Calculation looked a little exhausting, from where Kit sat. "I chose to come here because my old teacher was here," he said, patiently. "He's running the lab where I'm working. Do you really believe I came here for you? I'd no idea this was where you were." Which he hadn't said yet, but he said it now.
Kit was not a good liar. His face couldn't hide it when he did lie and there was, when he lied, a strangulation in his voice, faint but present. He was clear as a bell now, and slightly bemused, although Shiloh's mirth was loud enough to cover up Kit's befuddlement with his coffee.
He had no idea who Mal was. This was apparent, if Shiloh was looking, because Kit looked utterly confused at the beginning of the sentence and showed dawning comprehension at its end. The fact was, the combination of post-box numbers and anonymous outreach meant Kit had had no idea how it was Shiloh had been doing at all. He'd simply written a script. It had been a point meant to not obfuscate. Kit didn't believe in obfuscation, not least because of Shiloh's pride.
"I have no idea who Mal is. I assume he's behind the PO box, and the initial contact," he said, very clearly with his coffee mug in his laced hands. "He could have been anyone, it was anonymous. If he and I were talking still, your script would have changed, to accommodate whatever had been said. But it hasn't. And I didn't charge," he said, Kit's voice quiet. "I certainly didn't intend to upset you. I thought you'd rather know it had been me, rather than not. It would have been disingenuous to have not said anything at all."
He finished his coffee and he folded his hands, and he looked up at Shiloh who stood with the displeasure riding his back. "I wanted to help you, Shiloh."