Kate Beckett (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} katebex) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
"How is it my fault if you were doing it before you met me?" Kate asked, genuinely interested in what his answer was going to be. Part of her job at home was reading people, picking up on their body language and the things they so often tried to hide in what they weren't saying. Sure, she couldn't be certain of anything because some people were adept at playing games (and she didn't doubt Lucifer would be one of those), but she thought she had the brooding claim down.
Taking a sip of her drink, she felt that now familiar tug of pain at the mention of Castle. She had referred to him past-tense, and she had made it a point to do that repeatedly to help re-orient herself to this new reality. But it didn't mean she missed him any less and wasn't, in some odd way, grieving the loss.
"The detective?" she asked, one sculpted eyebrow lifting up as she tried to decipher his meaning. "I didn't know you were so partial to us."
With a second sip, Kate placed her drink back onto the surface of the bar, blowing out a long exhale of air with a quick nod. "Yep. 56 days and counting."