Kurt and Monet, March 9
Mar. 9th, 2009 10:56 amMonet comes by, apologies are exchanged and all is well. For now, at least.
Monet knocked on Kurt's door, bunch of flowers in on hand (hey, flowers always worked on her) and a pair of tickets to a show in the other. "Kurt? Hey..."
The door opened almost instantly, a faintly relieved smile on Kurt's face when he saw her. "Hello, Monet."
"Hey." She held out the flowers. "Er. About the other day... Look, it's just. Well. I probably should have behaved better."
"You were upset", he reminded her, accepting the flowers. "There should be apologies on both sides if at all, I think."
"Maybe. But I'm the one who stamped out and had a tanty and then avoided you for a couple of weeks. Which, seriously, is hard when we all live in the same mansion. So, flowers. And tickets."
"I will not turn either down." He took a half-step towards her. "And I am glad you came back. I will admit I was worried."
Monet shrugged a little. "I like you. So, yeah, not leaving just yet."
"It is good to hear. I like you too." He paused, then, "I am sorry for what I said to upset you."
Oh, not again. "Kurt, honey? Can we, um. Not talk about," Monet waved her hands, "this? It's not..." If I talk about it, I have to think about it and I don't want to. "Please?"
"All right", Kurt agreed readily. He didn't want a repeat of what had happened any more than she did, after all. He remembered the flowers in his hands, then, and turned away to the kitchenette to see to them.
"Ta."
"What show did you choose?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Uh..." Monet glanced down at the tickets. "Hairspray? I heard it's good."
"I have heard a little about it", he said with a smile, finishing with the flowers and coming back to her. "I will look forward to it."
"Awesome." Monet smiled and moved away from the door, flicking the kettle on and pulling one of her heavy-duty mugs out of the cupboard. "Want a cup of tea?"
"I will almost never turn one down", he answered mock-solemnly, following her. "You know how it is."
Monet knocked on Kurt's door, bunch of flowers in on hand (hey, flowers always worked on her) and a pair of tickets to a show in the other. "Kurt? Hey..."
The door opened almost instantly, a faintly relieved smile on Kurt's face when he saw her. "Hello, Monet."
"Hey." She held out the flowers. "Er. About the other day... Look, it's just. Well. I probably should have behaved better."
"You were upset", he reminded her, accepting the flowers. "There should be apologies on both sides if at all, I think."
"Maybe. But I'm the one who stamped out and had a tanty and then avoided you for a couple of weeks. Which, seriously, is hard when we all live in the same mansion. So, flowers. And tickets."
"I will not turn either down." He took a half-step towards her. "And I am glad you came back. I will admit I was worried."
Monet shrugged a little. "I like you. So, yeah, not leaving just yet."
"It is good to hear. I like you too." He paused, then, "I am sorry for what I said to upset you."
Oh, not again. "Kurt, honey? Can we, um. Not talk about," Monet waved her hands, "this? It's not..." If I talk about it, I have to think about it and I don't want to. "Please?"
"All right", Kurt agreed readily. He didn't want a repeat of what had happened any more than she did, after all. He remembered the flowers in his hands, then, and turned away to the kitchenette to see to them.
"Ta."
"What show did you choose?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Uh..." Monet glanced down at the tickets. "Hairspray? I heard it's good."
"I have heard a little about it", he said with a smile, finishing with the flowers and coming back to her. "I will look forward to it."
"Awesome." Monet smiled and moved away from the door, flicking the kettle on and pulling one of her heavy-duty mugs out of the cupboard. "Want a cup of tea?"
"I will almost never turn one down", he answered mock-solemnly, following her. "You know how it is."