Re: Log: The Cat - Cat/Matt
[Cat was fairly certain he was sleeping with his dark-haired garage station friend. Oh, Cat kept track of what the people she was interested in were doing - who they were doing. She was inherently jealous, and it wasn't even about sex. She just didn't care for other people receiving more attention than she did from those close to her, and wasn't that petty? But she never claimed to be perfect, and she made her assumptions without apology or verification.
As for calming?] Could I? [Get more specific.]
Steve wasn't in love with me, and I wasn't in love with him. [Her response was uncharacteristically candid.] I think he wanted to be, and perhaps I wanted to be too. It would've been easier. [She lifted one shoulder in a graceful shrug.] He was a good man, but he didn't know what he wanted about a lot of things, Matt. It might be time to take him down off the pedestal. [Not that they'd talked about McRory and his pedestal, but Cat wasn't blind. Give the woman some credit.] Don't apologize for him. I made his life hell after, and he paid for what he did. [That was also unapologetic. She knew she'd been cruel to Steve, despite there being no commitment between them. Was she sorry? No, but that was all about her and not about Steve at all. Things had been challenging lately, and Cat was all about lashing out with claws extended when she was hurting. Misery, after all, loved company.
She set the joint aside, and she pushed the glass away, and she slipped from the counter like some gracefully melting thing. She stood on those heels like she was barefoot, and she grinned when he said she'd gotten Isaiah's attention.] I know, and I'd like to stay on his good side. [Was shooting at the man staying on his good side? In Cat's world, it was.] You don't have any such qualms or limitations, do you. Don't hurt him, but you can growl a little.