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He's heard something about Kate, but he's not sure he believes it.

It was just a few days ago that he sat there on the floor of her flat and watched the paramedics take her away, that blank look on her face. Chris still can't get it out of his fuckin' head, can't stop thinking that somehow it's his fault, that if he'd turned up early, maybe it wouldn't have happened. He would've been there.

But another one of Chris's mates has called him, found him in the phone book or something and said Kate's not dead. It makes no sense; he'd been there and the EMT's had said it was true. But he has to go by her place anyway.

If he's alive, then there's no reason Kate can't be as well. He's supposed to be in the ground somewhere in Bristol, somewhere underneath a wooden cross with his name on it, after all.

He's standing outside of her door for a full three minutes before he remembers to knock, hand shaking a bit as he wonders whether or not it'll actually be Kate who answers.

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Date: 2013-11-08 03:23 pm (UTC)
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Kate's brewing a cup of tea when the knock comes -- tea she only has in the first place because of that time Chris made her some to drink while stoned -- and she turns toward the door, frowning faintly. She's seen a few people since everything that happened, but she's kind of purposely avoided going out more than she has to. All this shit still makes her weirdly nervous, like going out too much is going to cause something bad to happen again or having too many people over is going to mean she ends up back where she was.

It's dumb. She knows it was the dress. No one's told her, the doctors wouldn't say it for certain, but she knows. It was the dress, nothing else.

So she goes to the door and looks through the peephole and finds herself enormously relieved to see Chris on the other side. She's going to have to explain things to him, but right now, as she opens the door, she's just glad to see him.

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Date: 2013-11-11 04:55 am (UTC)
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Somehow it's harder to see Chris than anyone else. Jesse helped her out of the casket, but Chris was there in her apartment and she remembers everything he did for her, the sound of his voice when the paramedics had said they were calling it, and she doesn't know what to say. She just wraps her arms around him, burying her face against the side of his neck, and closes her eyes.

"I'm okay," she tells him, because that's what everyone has been asking. And maybe she's not okay, maybe things are still really weird and unsettling and she doesn't know what to do with herself most of the time, but she's not dead and she's not dying. So she's okay.

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Date: 2013-11-11 03:56 pm (UTC)
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"Yeah, I know," she says, stepping back a little. It's the same thing everyone else had thought, too, but only Chris had been there and she knows it has to be different. It sucks for anyone to have thought she was dead, but she's pretty sure it's worse for Chris.

"You wanna come inside? I'm making tea." She has to thank him for everything, but she doesn't know how to say something like that. It seems like a weird thing to have to thank someone for, but she can't not. It's too big. The things he did for her that day are way too big to ignore.

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Date: 2013-11-11 11:31 pm (UTC)
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"Better than coffee when you're already jittery as fuck," she says with a little smile, closing the door behind him before she goes back to the kitchen. Her hands are shaking a little and she doesn't want to have to explain why; she's not even sure she knows why, really. Chris is here and that's good, she needs to talk to him, but she's never been good at being serious for very long.

It's harder than she thought it would be, just saying thank you.

"I probably should've called you earlier," she says, her back to him. "I just didn't know what the hell to say."

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Date: 2013-11-12 02:27 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, he was sort of... a little more coherent than I thought I'd be," she admits, then pours the water into the teapot, turning back to Chris as she lets it brew. Tea always makes her think of Marshall, of sitting in their kitchen long after their parents had gone to bed, talking about all the weird shit that was going on in their lives. It makes her miss him.

"I remember everything," she says, glancing up toward the cupboard before she opens it to get some mugs. "Like... everything. You coming in and trying to help me and the paramedics. It was weird, I could hear it and see it all, but I couldn't move."

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Date: 2013-11-12 04:07 pm (UTC)
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She sets the mugs down on the counter and realizes she doesn't have anything else to pretend to be busy with, so she turns back to look at Chris. "It was weird, but... it means a lot that you tried. That you, uh... that you stayed with me."

Looking up toward the ceiling, she blinks a few times, because she's so fucking tired of crying over this, but it's so hard not to. There are a lot of people who'd protect her, she knows that, but knowing it and living through it are two seriously different things. Maybe she's lucky in that way, getting to see what someone would do for her in a situation like that. It's probably not the sort of thing many people get to really experience.

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Date: 2013-11-13 04:42 pm (UTC)
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She laughs at that, a tired laugh, but a laugh all the same. "I already did the island thing, maybe they'd let me skip that part."

There's so much for her in Darrow. The island had been good for her and there are things she misses about it -- the people, mostly, but the weather wasn't half bad either -- but this city has become home a lot faster than the island did. She knows she can't go back there. "I like this place. I don't want to leave."

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Date: 2013-11-14 03:59 pm (UTC)
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"Well, I don't like your rules," she says, but she's smiling as she pours a cup of tea for both of them, then brings them over to the living room. She's careful to set them both on the table before she flops down on the couch, sinking into the cushions. Lately she's spent a lot of nights here on the couch, a blanket pulled up around her shoulders, Jeff sleeping at her feet. It's just easier to sleep out here with the TV on.

"I like it here way too much. I've got you and Harley and my stupid dog and a nice guy I'm pretty sure likes me," she says. "And a future, maybe. I always felt so directionless back there."

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Date: 2013-11-27 04:35 pm (UTC)
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"North, huh?" she asks with a grin, holding her mug in both her hands, warming them against the outside of it. "I guess there's only far north you can get in Darrow."

And she means what she's said, she doesn't want to leave. "What's so great about north?"

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Date: 2013-11-30 04:35 pm (UTC)
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She laughs again and she's suddenly really, really glad Chris has come around to visit. For the most part, she's still pretty sure she hasn't actually explain just how grateful she is that he found her, but maybe it's not possible. Maybe if she just keeps trying to explain it, it'll get weird, so she can leave it like it is, but she hopes he knows.

"I still don't think you could get far enough north in Darrow to find penguins," she says. "I'm pretty sure there were penguins on the island one year, though."

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Date: 2013-12-01 04:25 pm (UTC)
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"Can't moose be like, super aggressive and mean?" Kate asks, smiling. She remembers Billy well, remembers how weirded out Harry had been when he'd shown up to a costume party dressed as Madonna, cone bra and all.

"I mean, I'm from Kansas, it's not like I see a lot of moose, but I feel like they trample people a lot in Alaska or wherever there's a lot of them," she continues. "Did it seem mean?"

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