Kyle had left her that day just as he'd left every other day that they met here to train. Quickly, assertively. As if it was actually what he wanted. It wasn't, and that was the puzzling thing. Since their truce (he still couldn't really wrap his mind around the idea of calling it a friendship), things had been... easier, in many ways. Once Kyle had decided to stop keeping her out, Freya had stopped fighting him at every turn. When they fought, they fought together, instead of warring from opposing sides. That was how it was meant to be. Side by side, together.
Except he found himself forgetting his true purpose for training with her more and more often these days. It was... odd, Kyle thought as he made his way purposefully down the end of the street, ignoring the souls around him that were going about their business. Odd, that he no longer thought of her expressly as a means to an end. Odd, that even when he had no reason to expect to see her, sometimes when Kyle was going about his day he would look up, and be inconsolably disappointed when he didn't.
He saw her often now, more often than the confines of their training had previously allowed. There were many nights since that first night, when it started to feel strange if he didn't see her suddenly materialize within the space of his living quarters, her very presence in his room inside the Resistance's hideout an impossibility that was at the same time more real to him than anything else. As real as the touch of hands.
Kyle told himself it was nothing. Perhaps it was simply the Force's way of letting him know that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control this. There were many things he could control, but a living force, their dyad, was not something made for him to wield on his own. That was why he couldn't control the way they both came to it, but as time went on, the oddest thing of all happened. Kyle found that it didn't bother him.
What bothered him was leaving, though he still left that day, just as he always did. After another afternoon of training together, he'd sheathed his weapon and nodded a goodbye to her before taking his exit, ignoring the persistent gnawing in the pit of his stomach that seemed to arise anytime he became faced with the reality of having to distance himself from her. Even if that distance was more easily breached now with something as simple as a thought and the same, shared intent.
He hadn't gotten far when he felt her first, before he heard her. Before he felt her hand on his shoulder, but by then, Kyle was already well aware of Freya's presence and therefore didn't recoil from the physical contact as he might have if Kyle had actually been taken by surprise. Still dressed in the same black on black outfit that he'd trained with her in and his lightsaber tucked safely away within the confines of his jacket, Kyle turned first his head and then his whole body to her, immediately noticing her change of clothes. A curious eyebrow was his only initial response before he remarked on his previously silent observation. "You changed clothes." A pause. "What is it?"