Kate was accustomed to Goodland's antics. Living in this place for well over a year gave her that luxury. Numb to most of the shit it threw at them, she could take a lot of it in stride. Sure, nearly losing her arm during the whole monster fiasco wasn't exactly a highlight but she'd been fighting since she was fourteen. Villains, scarecrows, giant teddy bears; she could handle them all just fine.
It was the everyday slice of life things that Kate sometimes struggled with navigating- especially when it came to Pete Wisdom. He wanted to move forward, to start a life with her here that she made damn sure they'd never gotten before. It was a pretty picture that he painted, one that he wasn't trying to push her into and that she could see herself in easily, and yet? She was hesitating to pull the trigger. She could say that she didn't know why and make a million excuses but Kate's blunt honesty was probably one of the better traits she'd developed.
It wasn't that she didn't want to live with Pete. The time they needed to make up for was palpable and she loved him, more than she'd remembered loving him before, but...well? There was always a 'but' wasn't there?
The reasons were simple, yet complicated, and revolved heavily around her brother. Before Pete, hell even before her sudden age up and Emma, John had been her lifeline. Codependent to a million different faults, the idea of not having him right down the hall made her want to panic. It was something she was trying to wrap her mind around- to make peace with- she just wasn't so sure how much progress she was actually making.
Shoving all of that to the back of her mind, Kate felt around her pockets for her cigarettes. She could try and figure out how to deal tomorrow, for now? All she wanted was to faceplant on Pete's pillow, maybe drink until she didn't care, and try to push his buttons a bit. Maybe not in that order.
With her brain too busy trying to push things aside, Kate didn't even realize she was walking into the wrong room until it was far too late. For a second she could only stare at the very naked vampire browsing his clothing options...stare and try desperately not to die laughing. Ooooops? At least she wasn't walking in on Remy and Emma again? That almost always included nudity and compromising positions.
"Aren't all of your clothes the same," she finally asked with a semi-awkward gesture to his closet.