"No knives. Conserve your strength so you can live to grumble and smoke another day." Kitty rolled her eyes at him and she had reached over to smack his hand lightly after he burned the band off. She smiled at him, because he was exactly as she remembered, and she wouldn't want it any other way. Even if he didn't want her.
"You're stuck with me either way. I'm your ponce, remember?" She managed to find the remote and brought it over to him, plopping down in the chair. Exhausted. Amazing how emotions could make a person physically exhausted. "Besides the only reason you're on that bed is because of me." Kitty remembered when this happened the last time. And how she cuddled with him on the bed when he was unconscious until he woke up. "Do you have any other questions about anyone?"