The Sky Above, The Earth Below

Harker wasn’t entirely buying what Katheryne was telling her, but she also wasn’t going to press the issue any more right at that particular moment.

Not while they were standing out on a New York City sidewalk and Ulysses was looking at her as it to remind her that this walk was supposed to be for him, too.

“Listen I… I don’t want to fight with you.” She shifted her stance slightly, looking a touch tired all of a sudden. “We’ve done enough of that in our lives, and I’m… I’m in a really good place right now in my life. I want us to be friends again if you’re willing as well. What happened before is done and over with and I want to move on from that.”

She shifted just enough to tug the strap of her purse up her shoulder a bit higher, her engagement ring catching the light for a second.

“You were an important part of my life once. I’d like it if you could be again.”

There it was, the reason she might have turned up. She’d come to see if the rumors that’d come through the grapevine had been accurate. And it certainly looked like they were right now. Her eyes focused on the ring for a moment, a guarded look passing over her face for a moment.

“I don’t know if I can do that.” A lie, she could if she wanted to. But there were issues with it, strings attached. There were always strings attached when it came to being close to anyone. Shaking her head, Katheryne finally straightened up and turned towards the path to lead her back to the borrowed apartment.

“I’m afraid not.  I don’t drink.”

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An eyebrow arched at that, and Harker crossed her arms over her chest, feeling Ulysses glance up at her again with her sudden tension but he again made no further move.

Ever the Good Boy.

“…you have a ship to run but you have no idea how any of the crew is. Sounds about right.”

She sighed. “Honestly, Katheryne, why are you here? Why New York? Why now?”

Harker bit down on her lip at the mention of the ship, wondering how the old crew was doing.

She’d missed them over the years, of course, but she still stood by her decision to leave all those years ago and trek out on her own.

Look where it had gotten her.

“…how is everyone?” She asked, voice quiet.

A shrug met the words, she didn’t really have an answer to it. Instead Katheryne worked on busying herself in dusting off her clothes. “Hell if I know.” 

Harker would’ve winced at the knowledge that Katheryne had heard her, but honestly, she was feeling a little miffed that morning, and seeing one of her closest friends this drunk this early in the day was doing something to her usual charitable-ness.

“A job? Oh…” That gave her pause and she felt Ulysses lean against her for a second as if sensing her sudden turmoil.

“…suppose New York is a great place for that.”

“Lots of marks, lots of shiny shit to steal and pawn.” Perhaps she was being a bit brazen saying it out loud but who would really pay attention to the ramblings of someone they believed to be drunk off their ass.