#soft tw

She knows better than to ask if he’s okay. Less than forty-eight hours ago, his home--both spiritually and physically--fell victim to yet another man-made attack, leaving hundreds of souls without a house of their own. And though she’s unsure of exactly how she feels about the desecration of the house of God, she’s not unsure about what she should do next. Less than twenty-four hours ago, she extended herself and her apartment to Hugo Kim--no questions asked. In less than twenty-four hours ago, the spare room in her apartment becomes his. And now, with Apollo nestled next to their new guest, there’s a bit of solace in which they can both bask.

“Can I get you anything, amico mio?” she asks, expression soft as she looks Hugo over. At this moment, they’re not captain and soldier; they’re not separated by a partition as Cat confesses to dozens of sins as Hugo absolves her of them all. No, at this moment, they’re merely Catherine and Hugo--bound together by strained religion and tumultuous professions, yes--but, that’s not what affords them such vulnerable moments.