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[formoftherapy]

The door is supposed to take her to Natalie's spare room; Kite stumbles at the threshold, but keeps going. The t-shirt and sweats she wears almost fit her. Another shirt and a pair of jeans are bundled in her arms. (These are splattered with...something. Cran-apple juice, maybe?)

She heads straight for the bar, where she drops the second set of clothes off. "Bar, can you...take care of these? I don't need them back."

The clothes vanish, to be replaced by a mug of hot tea. "Thanks," she murmurs.

Her throat is still a wreck, probably will be for the next few days. She can learn to like tea for that long.

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[formoftherapy]

Kite laughs softly.

"Yeah, well. I do make an extra effort to be charming around you."

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"You succeed admirably," he informs her. "Also you're cuddly."

[formoftherapy]

"Only around you," she admits.

(And Tony.

But she sees no need to rub salt in either of their wounds on that account.)

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"Then I feel very lucky."

Also he apparently intends to continue hugging her until she either objects or dies of old age.

[formoftherapy]

She's not going to object.



Not tonight.