Kurt & Cammie, Cammie & Jane ((Backdated to March 12th))

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Cammie makes the move back to her room and thanks Kurt, backdated to March 12th

Cammie made sure all the stuff in her bag was together. It was time she stopped loafing around on Kurt’s couch, though she couldn’t say she wasn’t thankful for it. It had given her a few days to get her head together. Which had helped her separate things that shouldn’t really be a part of her every day train of thought.

She sat back on the couch. She wasn’t going to take off without saying good bye. Or thanks. Like she had to other people before. Even if in this case she wasn’t leaving more than just to the other side of this house. She still wanted to say thanks.

So, she hung out and waited, watching the TV as she sat on the couch.
She didn't have to wait that long before the door opened and he stepped in, sweat-stained from the gym but relaxed. He smiled as he saw her. "Good morning, Cammie."

“Hey,” she returned. She had yet to hit the gym herself and would later. “Have a good work out?” she asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch. She had tried to clean up the room some so it wasn’t a total pit when she took off.

"Most enjoyable, yes." His eyes went to the bag, unsurprised. "You have packed."

“Yeah,” she said simply. “I uh… have my own room to freeload in. Though I did kinda manage to get a couple of jobs before I totally lost it. Which I’m sure I still have, strangely enough,” she said, thinking over the last. Generally punching people, even when not working, was not a good way to keep said jobs.

“So I guess it’s not really freeloading anymore.”

"It was never freeloading as you mean it", Kurt told her firmly. "And yes, I am sure you still do."

“Sure it was. I was staying somewhere for free. I’ve done it before. Well, as much as I could,” until half-way houses kicked her out or kids started getting sick. “This whole thing is still a bit much for me,” she admitted.
"You are not the first to say that, who has come from harder times. You do get used to it."

“Yeah, I know I will. But I thought I’d say thanks and stuff before I went back to my room. Heh, I have a room. I haven’t had a room since I was fifteen,” she said, smiling a bit. When she thought about it, sometimes, it was tempting to call her family. Sometimes.

"You do have a room", he agreed with a faint smile in return. "And it will be yours for as long as you want it. You are very welcome."

“I may come back and bother you again,” Cammie said simply. “I mean, first off, you’re easy to talk to.”

"At any time I am here", he told her equally simply, "my door is open to you. Within reason."

“Within reason, huh?” Cammie said, “I suppose that means I can’t pick it if it’s locked.” Well within her skills. Though she wondered if she’d get rusty living here. Not that she missed running from the cops whenever she set off alarms.

Kurt snorted. "Within reason. I reserve the right not to open the door if Monet is here."

“So I can pick the lock as long as your rose-color conscious girl friend isn’t here,” she said nodding, “That’s fair. But seriously. Thanks. And I mean it, and I don’t say it often.”

He smiled at her sincerely. "Then thank you too, for the compliment."

“Seriously, you are like my first proof in a long time that there are still nice people out there,” she said standing up. If she was more of a touchy huggy person she would’ve hugged him.

"Perhaps you were just looking in the wrong places." He was still standing near the door.

“Maybe,” she said walking over. “But I doubt it,” she had seen a lot of ‘human nature’ as it were. “Thanks for letting me crash on your couch, Kurt. And for talking me out of taking off.”

"I could not have let you go with an easy conscience", Kurt said honestly. "Not when you were not thinking straight."

“Yeah, when you think about it… it wasn’t the best of ideas,” she said. “I’d hug you if I was into that. But yeah. I’ll see you later.”

"I will be here", he promised.

Things with Jane go over about as well as normal - given the fact Cammie walks in on her suite-mate walking around in the buff.

She couldn’t hide in Kurt’s suite forever. No matter how much she wished she could. Cammie packed up her bag and walked back to the suite she shared with Jane. Aka, the crazy flighty girl that she had nothing in common with. Well, other than a general not caring about the state of the rooms. She wasn’t the neatest person in the world either.

Either way, she pushed the door open, “Hey honey, I’m home,” she said the quote with as much bounce on her voice as she could manage, “I’m sure you just missed me to death.”

Crap! At the sound of her roommate's voice Jane dropped behind the kitchenette's island. Somehow, she didn't think Cammie was the type who would appreciate being flashed. "Um, hi?" She called back, glaring at her cast in frustration. Stupid freaking thing...

“Are you naked?” Cammie asked, raising an eyebrow and standing in the doorway. “You know, there’s this thing out there called clothes. Have you heard of ‘em?”

"Clothes are so overrated!" came the irritated squawk. "People are way too prudish."

“I don’t think of it as prudish, I think of it as sanity,” Cammie said. Averting her eyes the best she could as she walked in and sat her bag down. “I mean, sorry if I ruined your Naked Cooking time.”

How was that sanity? Jane pulled her knees up to her chest and banged her head against them. "I wasn't expecting you back," she tried to explain. "I mean, I was, just not right now, you know? Are you okay now?"

She raised her eyebrow at the Freudian slip, “Yeah. I’m just peachy keen. You know, everyone who has a massive freak out is totally okay a few days later. But I’ll live. Shit happens.”

"Yay." Jane just couldn't say anything right when it came to Cammie, could she? Even when they were just kidding around, she still somehow came off worse for it. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm glad. If you just give me a minute, I'll go get dressed."

“Sure. And a towel is fine. I mean, you DO live here. The only way I’ll be scarred for life is if your boyfriend comes waltzing out your door also naked,” she said.

It almost certainly wasn't intentional on Cammie's part, but the thought of Rich sans clothing did quite a lot to cheer Jane up. "Next time he's up I'll be sure to tell him to tango, instead."

“Eww. No. No offense, but I don’t want to see that either. Your boyfriend, not mine,” Cammie said sitting down and trying to relax. It wasn’t really working but she couldn’t impose on Kurt for the rest of her life. “So, did you miss me?”

"Sometimes. Your checking in on the journals to make sure I got my daily dose of 'crazy' helped me through the hard times." Jane leaned back against the island. "Miss me?"

“Yeah. Turns out my aim is lousy,” Cammie said with a twist in her grin. “But I’m working on that, so one day… one day…” there wasn’t anything mean on her voice.

"I get my cast off next week, so take advantage of it while you can," Jane replied with a grin. "After that, I might get you first."

“Well, thems fighting words,” Cammie returned. “Have anyone write any swear words on that thing yet?”