#kit03

The last time Nate had spoken to Kit felt like eons ago, that stupid dorm party. He had meant to grab the younger student in the days after, ask him about (....congratulate him on) the fight with Jesse, but...there was the guilt about telling Mitch about Greer and Jesse, and the fact that that had clearly gotten back to Kit, Nate studiously wanting to avoid any fallout from that. Plus the awkwardness that had come up when Kit had asked him about Parisa....basically, things had just gotten away from Nate. But when he spotted Kit at the casino night, he made a beeline for him, clapping a hand on the other’s shoulder with an exhale as his first greeting, this night turning into the worst already and relief at finding someone he genuinely liked. “Hey, mate,” he said, sliding into the seat at the table next to him. “Hoping you’re robbing these rich cunts in all of the games you play,” he said, hoping to avoid any of those issues that could possibly come up, though he was unable to help the gloom that creeped into his tone. 

The hours were passing slowly but as far as anyone could tell, the storm had not caused any major damage so far. Cece had made her way around the auditorium multiple times, talking to friends and helping out where needed, then decided to duck into the daycare room down the hall. Cece loved children and children loved her, so she spent a while playing with them until bedtime arrived. Calling out her goodnights, Cece emerged from the room into the hall and let out a sigh; she really should head back to the auditorium and rest a bit too...though she was too alert at the moment to be able to sleep. It was then that she realized that of all the people she had seen that evening, Kit had made himself the most scarce; she had seen him leaving the auditorium earlier, following somebody out, but hadn’t seen him return. Scrunching her nose up in thought, Cece began to walk through the halls...he had to be back there by now, unless he was hiding out somewhere else.

The sound of a door slamming shut startled her, and Cece instinctively slid against the wall. She saw what looked like Andy’s form retreating to a different part of the building and something about the way he moved stopped her from calling out his name. Knowing it probably wasn’t a good idea but unable to help herself, Cece waited until Andy was gone and then retraced his steps to the door. It was dark inside, but the knob turned easily in her hand. “Hello?” she called out. “Is anybody in here?” A groan came from the far corner and she whipped around, squinting as her hand searched the wall for the light switch. The fluorescent lights snapped on and revealed Kit, bloodied and hunched over near a table. “Oh my god--” Cece was by his side in an instant, her eyes trying to fixate on the most extensive injury first. “Kit, what happened?!”

“I will remind you that I told you I'm good with a suture, not a spatula.” God only knew what possessed Cece to try to cook something for their at-home dinner and a movie date, considering she grew up with a single father who favored takeout and then she went into a career that kept her working odd hours...but it felt like a nice thing to try. An hour and a bit of a smoky kitchen later, Cece was unpacking containers of very edible food from Calliope onto her kitchen island. “It’s the thought that counts,” she further defended herself, though she had yet to hear Kit complain, which scored him points in her book.