#watsonsought

gives kit pats 

Startled by the soft voice, Kit looks up from the floor design he had been staring at while rubbing his head and offers a sheepish smile at Ty; shrugging his shoulders slightly. “This? It’s nothing. I’m quite used to it.” ‘You’ll be able to do that, as soon as you want to.’ Jace had said, leaping from the rafters and landing with catlike grace. Kit had watched the Blackthorn family repeat the same act hundreds of times since coming to the Institute and he had decided to try it, before smacking his head on a rafter. He had dropped to the floor like a weight, rubbing his temple and curling into a ball on the training mat. He had left the training room then, hand clutched to his head as he went to the kitchen; immediately going to the fridge and grabbing the first thing he could, pressing the bag of peas to his head and sitting down heavily as he mentally cussed himself out as much as he could. And that’s how Ty found him — a bag of peas pressed to his head, hunched over in a chair. Smiling once more, Kit takes the bag of peas away from his head and shrugs once more; licking his bottom lightly in embarrassment. “It won’t be the first shiner I’ve ever gotten, I’m almost positive it won’t be the last.”

A hand finds a balance between firm and delicate on the younger brother’s arm. The older moves his face into Ty’s peripheral vision with delicate heterochromatic eyes on him. “Where would I go?” he asks. These are the faces of the people whom he fought to remember each night under the cover of the night sky in the land under the hill. The faces are still strange to him, memories faded and warped in the uncountable years that he was gone, but they were becoming familiar and attaching themselves to the memories he held dearest. “This is home, is it not? With my family.”