Re: [The Motel: Cat & Reece]
Cat certainly wasn't easy, but it wasn't her kind of love that was the problem. She loved Reece; this wasn't her typical version of obsession. Oh, maybe he thought that was it, but it wasn't. It was insecurity, plain and simple, and it had very little to do with Jersey. Well, beyond the fact that she'd come from there. But she didn't know he was over there thinking that, and so she didn't argue about it. In truth, being who she was, she probably wouldn't have argued anyway. She would've been hurt he didn't understand her, because she'd become so sure that he did, but then they both had plenty of hurt beneath the skin, or so it seemed.
She didn't expect him to be impressed by the stripping down, and she could tell he wasn't feeling particularly empathetic. Not that she blamed him, but she also felt really alone on that side of the bed. But it was a very comfortable bed, and it was clean, and she was tired. Not so tired that she didn't want to talk, especially now that no one was screaming or angry, at least as far as she could tell. But she could tell he was dozing after that response, and he asked if there was anything else, but his eyes closed, and she left it. "Thanks for answering. No. Let's just sleep," she said, and then she curled up in sheets tugged and tucked around her. The sun was up now anyway, and they were both really tired, and she was bone sad, and so she closed her eyes. She let herself sleep.