Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat & "Leena"
Cat watched Helena during that repetition - okay - and that bob of her head. She was still watching when Helena's gaze lifted, first to bottle and then to hand. And Cat wasn't expecting the squeeze of fingers. She couldn't remember the last time Helena had willingly touched her, and Cat swallowed back a lump in her throat, and she blinked dampness of her lashes.
When Helena drew her hand back, Cat didn't chase it with her own fingers, however much she wanted to.
Realizations flickered past Helena's blue eyes, and Cat nodded when the girl slid off the stool. Of course, she wanted to follow her, give chase and make sure Helena didn't slip away once she was out the door. She knew that was possible, Helena slipping out into the night and never being heard from again, but she thought giving the girl space, respecting her for once? Was more important than denying the girl's needs in order to soothe herself.
Alright, so maybe she went to the edge of the bar, to the where the counter opened into the guts of the establishment, but she didn't go beyond that counter.
She watched the door. She considered calling Bruce, but she didn't. She just watched the door.