Re: Capital Rooftops: Cat & Sasha
Cat would argue that she, Cat, obviously couldn't have that kind of relationship herself. Because things with Bruce? They weren't anything good, and she wasn't sure they ever had been. Oh, there was a connection there, sure, but Cat had thought it mattered much more than it apparently did. She'd let herself believe that she was the only one who saw Bruce Wainright, who understood. And, well, she'd been entirely wrong. And she'd argue that the love that lasted decades? Made all that paint, hurt, loneliness and abandonment? Worse. It was a well known fact at home, that loving? Was weakness, and Cat had learned that first hand with Bruce. Once burned, twice shy, and she wasn't in the market for that kind of heartache again. Why would she be? This heartache, it was the gift that kept on giving.
She chuckled quietly when her sister sheathed claws. "I know you'll get there, kitten. Allow me a little bit of older-sister concern, as entirely annoying as it is." But she did believe Sasha would survive, at least. She worried, of course she did, but Sasha was capable. Sasha had been capable for those missing years when Cat was with the Russians, and she was capable now. Alright, so maybe there was trouble on Sasha's tail, but it wouldn't be anything they couldn't handle. After all, they? Could handle anything.
And she sensed the impatience in her little sister, that phone out of reach and Cat scrolling on the screen. It was a strange way to bond, maybe, for other people. But, in that moment, Cat felt certain that stealing a car was the best possible way to smooth over all the arguing she and Sasha had been doing. After all, arguments were bound to happen in a place where action was a broken door. This? Was just making up, making things better, and she grinned at Sasha's after you.