He'd felt her before he saw her. He always did. The way Freya's presence practically radiated through him, like a hot knife slicing through melted butter, it was as unbearable as it was almost a comfort to him in more recent days. It was impossible to keep her out fully now, the stronger their connection became the more connected to her he felt even when they were apart. Even when they were apart, she was always with him.
All he had to do was reach out.
Except he hadn't this time, and yet here she was, questioning why he'd contacted her which implied that this wasn't her doing anymore than it was his. Interesting. Had the mere thought of her somehow conjured up their connection enough to summon Freya to him? Kyle was all too aware of how increasingly powerful their bond grew every time they trained together, but this was... new. And entirely unexpected.
The idea that it might be possible to initiate their connection with only a thought was as perplexing to him as it was intriguing. Months ago, he might have felt only threatened by it. Now, the more persuasive part of him was more intent on exploring it. Odd, that his first instinct wasn't to exploit it. Or her.
"No." He didn't sound sure of the answer to her question, but he didn't bother going further then that as he raised his head from where it'd been previously bowed in thought, still facing away from her as he spoke again. "I thought I was alone."
An explanation as much as it was a commentary on his current state. He hadn't meant to contact her, but the quiet solitude that he normally sought out here was perhaps not something he immediately regretted being interrupted. In the end, the small amount of relief that tinged the edges of his voice betrayed him. He didn't mind that she was here.
It was just after seven in the evening for him, still early enough that the sun hadn't even begun to set yet, though you wouldn't know it if you could see the inside of his room. Blackout curtains covered every available window to the outside world, leaving him in superficial darkness aside from the dim, soft lighting of the lamp by his bed. He finally stood up, however slowly, turning to face her and taking her in fully, more observant then calculating.
"Trouble sleeping?" She looked dressed for bed (something in the pit of his stomach twisted at the sight of her), but the persisting alertness in her features suggested she hadn't been to sleep yet. Kyle was still in his workout clothes, a pair of loose fitting black sweats and a long sleeved mesh shirt, also black. Under her gaze he felt unusually self-conscious, shifting awkwardly in his posture as he waited for her answer.