( It's one thing if he'd just turned up offering booze and company, something which would quickly placate the initial unease at anyone turning up uninvited, the distinct feeling of the rug being pulled out from under her feet. A lack of safety in the closest place to a sanctuary Kate has in this city. She could forgive the intrusion were it just that.
But his hands are empty, he looks like shit, and his words are all too brusque. Her muscles tense further, the force with which she undoes the lock to her apartment rattling the already loose handle.
Fuck's sake. Whatever it is, she's not having this discussion in a hallway. Get inside first. )
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But his hands are empty, he looks like shit, and his words are all too brusque. Her muscles tense further, the force with which she undoes the lock to her apartment rattling the already loose handle.
Fuck's sake. Whatever it is, she's not having this discussion in a hallway. Get inside first. )
What is it?