Kevin & Yvette | Friday morning
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xp_logsKevin finally finds Yvette in the library without Catseye following him, or so he hopes.
He'd avoided Catseye and her attempts at being helpful ever since his conversation with her. He'd also intentionally not looked for Yvette whenever he'd spied the little purple cat about. He knew she wanted to help her friend be able to say what she felt and not be afraid, but Kevin's inclinations toward keeping his business his own had never been specific to his relationship to Jay. This was between him and Yvette and he wanted to keep it between himself and Yvette. Other people had always muddied up situations when they'd gotten involved and no time had that been more true than when he'd been dating Jay.
Yvette, predictably, hadn't been in any of her usual places. The woods were devoid of her from what he could tell, the treehouse empty, the rec rooms, the kitchen and her suite never seemed to have her in them when he went to check for her. Finally he'd started to just check every room in the mansion he could. That wouldn't help if she was in the danger room but at least he'd be able to say he tried, right?
It was in a dim corner of the library that Kevin finally located the person who was the closest thing to both family and a best friend that he had. "So Catseye found me," he began conversationally. "She growled, she roared, then she tackled me and sat on my chest and made me decompose a hole in the carpet that Kyle's gonna be annoyed about."
Yvette had been curled up with a book, but at Kevin's approach, she had lowered the book, expecting Catseye to have broached the subject and now they could talk about it without her having to. But at Kevin's words, she groaned and covered her face with the book. What had possessed the cat girl? What had possessed her to ask Catseye to intervene? "I am so very sorry she did that, Kevin," she said, book still over - but not touching - her face. "It was not what was supposed to be happening."
"She was well intentioned," he said in an effort to make her stop hiding behind her book more than because of any fuzzy feelings for Catseye. Intellectually he knew that the catgirl had been well intentioned, but he was sort of still annoyed at her. The annoyance wasn't fair to her which was why he wasn't saying anything about that.
Kevin drew closer to the girl hiding behind her book and crouched down to balance on the balls of his feet. She couldn't see him which was a little bit of a problem because he always tried to make sure she could see if he was going to touch her. Maybe she'd see it from under the book. He was slower than usual when he reached out and Kevin's hand brushed over her arm just above the elbow. This was probably one of those things Catseye would say was 'couplenice' but he didn't care, it was who he was and his hand remained there lightly on her arm. "Ah'm sorry if Ah made you sad. Ah know you know Ah didn't mean to and that Ah didn't know it'd make you sad, but Ah'm still sorry. Ah was tryin' to make you smile, 'cause Ah figured no one would go out of their way and do nice things for you like they might for other people that day. And Ah thought someone oughta so Ah did."
She only twitched very slightly at the contact - she was definitely improving with trusting people touching her - and as he spoke, she lowered the book, her eyes downcast. "I am sorry, Kevin. I know you were meaning well. I am just the silly girl who cannot appreciate my friends being good to me without being stupid."
If it wasn't for the fact that his glove would've gotten shredded all to pieces Kevin would have tried to raise her chin up. As it was he had no choice but to let her keep her eyes on her lap. "You're not a silly girl and you weren't bein' stupid. Just bein' a person. Ah'm pretty sure you're allowed that." Sad girls, those Kevin could deal with. He could certainly handle them better than pouting or crying girls. Jesus, if he made Yvette cry he was gonna throw himself out a window.
"It is just..." She stopped and sighed. "It does not matter. It is, how you say? The same old things? I am sounding like the broken CD player, yes?" She shrugged and looked up at him. "I am grateful that you are such the good friend, to think of doing such things for me."
"Yeah but grateful don't matter none when you're still thinkin' 'bout all those things you can't have, right?" Kevin understood. He understood in a big way and it was there in his eyes, on his face. "'Vette, you know just 'cause you can't be with a boyfriend the way other people could be with their boyfriends don't mean you can't have one. You know that, right?" He hadn't let go of her yet, Kevin's hand lingered on her arm almost casually. He was, of course, hyper aware of his hand there, of her arm under his fingers and every small move she made because he had to be for both of their sakes. But he kept the contact because he understood sometimes you needed that, and sometimes you needed someone to be willing to be unafraid even if it was kind of a bad idea that they were doing it at all.
Her eyes flashed brighter with some kind of emotion, but her voice was still even when she replied. "I know, Kevin. Everyone is telling me it will be happening some day, that I must be patient. But it is very difficult. Sometimes, it seems that the only thing I can be thinking about is y... the boys. I am tired of being patient!" she finished plaintively. "And then I am getting the reminding that I have the very good friends but there is no-one who is seeing me any other way and then it is making it even harder to wait, yes?"
"How do you know no one sees you any other way? You develop telepathy?" He quirked a small smile at her now that she was looking at him. "People don't always tell you how they see you and sometimes people don't see you that way 'til you do something to make 'em see you that way. Ah didn't exactly have a crush on Jay before we got together." In fact, he'd only really started to consider Jay like that because the winged mutant had been so darned insistent upon pursuing Kevin.
You don't. It was on the tip of her tongue to say it, but she shook her head instead. "I am not being like Jay. I cannot make the people notice me like that. It would be... rude."
"Yeah, well, no one does rude as well as Jay." Some days it really made Kevin wonder about the rest of the Guthries, but Sam seemed alright. He still remembered the elder Guthrie helping him carry that angel statue he'd worked on with Yvette and Angel out to the front of the mansion. "'Sides, you're smart and you're kind and you're nice and you think about other people and their feelings so someone's gonna want that eventually." After a small pause Kevin smiled and let his hand finally slide down her arm and drop away. "And you're pretty. Every guy's a sucker for pretty."
Her eyes brightened again and a smile appeared. "You think I am pretty?" she asked, thrilled.
Her reaction made his smile broaden into a grin and Kevin nodded. He folded his arms across his knees, rocking a bit on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, 'course Ah do. You've been my muse since Ah met you. You remember that waterfall we made for Miss Munroe? The spiral pieces of metal?" Kevin reached one hand out, fingers coming so very close to that razor sharp hair of hers without him ever making actual contact. If he were touching her his fingers would have run down through her hair, but instead they moved downward, hovering centimeters from contact. "That was 'cause of your hair when you were all calm. It's really beautiful when it does that ringlets thing."
She held her breath as his hand came close, not from fear that he would touch her but from the intensity of the experience. "Kevin..." she began, not sure what it was she was going to say. I like you very much, hovered at the tip of her tongue. "Thank you," she said instead, her courage failing her. Besides, better to have Kevin as a friend than to get all awkward around her, like he was with the girls he liked that way. "I am sorry, that I did not talk to you myself."
Taking his hand back, Kevin laid his arm across the other and rested his chin atop them. "It's okay," he told her with a small shrug. "Ah get it. But Cats says Ah gotta stop bein' so nice to you. She says Ah do stuff that's 'couplenice' and not 'normalnice' and Ah'm not allowed 'cause it makes you sad. So now Ah can't take you out to eat unless Ah tell you it's just as friends." That made him frown and Kevin didn't manage to catch the expression until it was already on his face.
The smile slipped from her own face at the sight of it. "We are still the friends, yes?" she asked, worried now that she'd messed things up any way. "I do not want to be losing you."
The frown was momentarily replaced by a rather confused expression before his face seemed to calm and find something more neutral. "'Course we're still friends. In what world could Ah still function without you?" He didn't think Yvette realized how important she was to him, but Kevin wasn't really sure he had words to explain that to her either.
The frown was momentarily replaced by a rather confused expression before his face seemed to calm and find something more neutral. "'Course we're still friends. In what world could Ah still function without you?" He didn't think Yvette realized how important she was to him, but Kevin wasn't really sure he had words to explain that to her either.
"I do not think I could... I mean, I am glad... I..." Yvette's attempts to respond to his words faltered with her English. "~I do not want a world without you,~" she said at last in Albanian, reaching out a careful finger to touch his sleeve, knowing he wouldn't understand the words she needed to say. "You are my friend. Always," she continued in English. "Kinfolk, yes?"
Kevin didn't followed the movement of her hand as it came closer to him like he would with some people. He didn't need to. He knew if he simply remained still or moved slowly she'd do nothing that would put either of them in danger of hurting the other or being hurt. Yvette got a warm, thoughtful smile, though it was more for the contact than the words. "Yeah, kinfolk. Always." Now the real challenge would be stopping any potential awkwardness in its tracks following this conversation. Sometimes people managed the conversation fine but everything that followed was all messed up. Kevin didn't want that to be the case with them.
"So..." She took a breath and steeled her nerve to actually ask. "If you are not so busy, perhaps you would like to go get some waffles?" She looked up at him hopefully.
Kevin rocked back to his heels and stood up. Then he offered a hand out to her, a gesture he knew she'd understand the importance of. "Sure. Are these waffles Ah'm buyin' you or waffles Ah'm makin' you? 'Cause Ah think the kitchen's got a waffle iron and we can always steal it up to my suite and find movies if you want." Hm...maybe that was something Catseye would qualify as a couple thing. Catseye be damned, Kevin was too much an introvert to do everything where he could be supervised.
She took his hand, glove meeting glove. "The Waffle House?" she suggested, and then smiled. "That is, if your waffle girlfriend will not mind?"
"Waffle girlfriend doesn't get to mind," he told her as his own smile spread across his lips. "Ah mean, you were here first and all. Right here." Kevin tapped his chest over his heart and gave her a wink to go with the intentionally cheesy line.
"How you say? Damn straight, yes?"
He'd avoided Catseye and her attempts at being helpful ever since his conversation with her. He'd also intentionally not looked for Yvette whenever he'd spied the little purple cat about. He knew she wanted to help her friend be able to say what she felt and not be afraid, but Kevin's inclinations toward keeping his business his own had never been specific to his relationship to Jay. This was between him and Yvette and he wanted to keep it between himself and Yvette. Other people had always muddied up situations when they'd gotten involved and no time had that been more true than when he'd been dating Jay.
Yvette, predictably, hadn't been in any of her usual places. The woods were devoid of her from what he could tell, the treehouse empty, the rec rooms, the kitchen and her suite never seemed to have her in them when he went to check for her. Finally he'd started to just check every room in the mansion he could. That wouldn't help if she was in the danger room but at least he'd be able to say he tried, right?
It was in a dim corner of the library that Kevin finally located the person who was the closest thing to both family and a best friend that he had. "So Catseye found me," he began conversationally. "She growled, she roared, then she tackled me and sat on my chest and made me decompose a hole in the carpet that Kyle's gonna be annoyed about."
Yvette had been curled up with a book, but at Kevin's approach, she had lowered the book, expecting Catseye to have broached the subject and now they could talk about it without her having to. But at Kevin's words, she groaned and covered her face with the book. What had possessed the cat girl? What had possessed her to ask Catseye to intervene? "I am so very sorry she did that, Kevin," she said, book still over - but not touching - her face. "It was not what was supposed to be happening."
"She was well intentioned," he said in an effort to make her stop hiding behind her book more than because of any fuzzy feelings for Catseye. Intellectually he knew that the catgirl had been well intentioned, but he was sort of still annoyed at her. The annoyance wasn't fair to her which was why he wasn't saying anything about that.
Kevin drew closer to the girl hiding behind her book and crouched down to balance on the balls of his feet. She couldn't see him which was a little bit of a problem because he always tried to make sure she could see if he was going to touch her. Maybe she'd see it from under the book. He was slower than usual when he reached out and Kevin's hand brushed over her arm just above the elbow. This was probably one of those things Catseye would say was 'couplenice' but he didn't care, it was who he was and his hand remained there lightly on her arm. "Ah'm sorry if Ah made you sad. Ah know you know Ah didn't mean to and that Ah didn't know it'd make you sad, but Ah'm still sorry. Ah was tryin' to make you smile, 'cause Ah figured no one would go out of their way and do nice things for you like they might for other people that day. And Ah thought someone oughta so Ah did."
She only twitched very slightly at the contact - she was definitely improving with trusting people touching her - and as he spoke, she lowered the book, her eyes downcast. "I am sorry, Kevin. I know you were meaning well. I am just the silly girl who cannot appreciate my friends being good to me without being stupid."
If it wasn't for the fact that his glove would've gotten shredded all to pieces Kevin would have tried to raise her chin up. As it was he had no choice but to let her keep her eyes on her lap. "You're not a silly girl and you weren't bein' stupid. Just bein' a person. Ah'm pretty sure you're allowed that." Sad girls, those Kevin could deal with. He could certainly handle them better than pouting or crying girls. Jesus, if he made Yvette cry he was gonna throw himself out a window.
"It is just..." She stopped and sighed. "It does not matter. It is, how you say? The same old things? I am sounding like the broken CD player, yes?" She shrugged and looked up at him. "I am grateful that you are such the good friend, to think of doing such things for me."
"Yeah but grateful don't matter none when you're still thinkin' 'bout all those things you can't have, right?" Kevin understood. He understood in a big way and it was there in his eyes, on his face. "'Vette, you know just 'cause you can't be with a boyfriend the way other people could be with their boyfriends don't mean you can't have one. You know that, right?" He hadn't let go of her yet, Kevin's hand lingered on her arm almost casually. He was, of course, hyper aware of his hand there, of her arm under his fingers and every small move she made because he had to be for both of their sakes. But he kept the contact because he understood sometimes you needed that, and sometimes you needed someone to be willing to be unafraid even if it was kind of a bad idea that they were doing it at all.
Her eyes flashed brighter with some kind of emotion, but her voice was still even when she replied. "I know, Kevin. Everyone is telling me it will be happening some day, that I must be patient. But it is very difficult. Sometimes, it seems that the only thing I can be thinking about is y... the boys. I am tired of being patient!" she finished plaintively. "And then I am getting the reminding that I have the very good friends but there is no-one who is seeing me any other way and then it is making it even harder to wait, yes?"
"How do you know no one sees you any other way? You develop telepathy?" He quirked a small smile at her now that she was looking at him. "People don't always tell you how they see you and sometimes people don't see you that way 'til you do something to make 'em see you that way. Ah didn't exactly have a crush on Jay before we got together." In fact, he'd only really started to consider Jay like that because the winged mutant had been so darned insistent upon pursuing Kevin.
You don't. It was on the tip of her tongue to say it, but she shook her head instead. "I am not being like Jay. I cannot make the people notice me like that. It would be... rude."
"Yeah, well, no one does rude as well as Jay." Some days it really made Kevin wonder about the rest of the Guthries, but Sam seemed alright. He still remembered the elder Guthrie helping him carry that angel statue he'd worked on with Yvette and Angel out to the front of the mansion. "'Sides, you're smart and you're kind and you're nice and you think about other people and their feelings so someone's gonna want that eventually." After a small pause Kevin smiled and let his hand finally slide down her arm and drop away. "And you're pretty. Every guy's a sucker for pretty."
Her eyes brightened again and a smile appeared. "You think I am pretty?" she asked, thrilled.
Her reaction made his smile broaden into a grin and Kevin nodded. He folded his arms across his knees, rocking a bit on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, 'course Ah do. You've been my muse since Ah met you. You remember that waterfall we made for Miss Munroe? The spiral pieces of metal?" Kevin reached one hand out, fingers coming so very close to that razor sharp hair of hers without him ever making actual contact. If he were touching her his fingers would have run down through her hair, but instead they moved downward, hovering centimeters from contact. "That was 'cause of your hair when you were all calm. It's really beautiful when it does that ringlets thing."
She held her breath as his hand came close, not from fear that he would touch her but from the intensity of the experience. "Kevin..." she began, not sure what it was she was going to say. I like you very much, hovered at the tip of her tongue. "Thank you," she said instead, her courage failing her. Besides, better to have Kevin as a friend than to get all awkward around her, like he was with the girls he liked that way. "I am sorry, that I did not talk to you myself."
Taking his hand back, Kevin laid his arm across the other and rested his chin atop them. "It's okay," he told her with a small shrug. "Ah get it. But Cats says Ah gotta stop bein' so nice to you. She says Ah do stuff that's 'couplenice' and not 'normalnice' and Ah'm not allowed 'cause it makes you sad. So now Ah can't take you out to eat unless Ah tell you it's just as friends." That made him frown and Kevin didn't manage to catch the expression until it was already on his face.
The smile slipped from her own face at the sight of it. "We are still the friends, yes?" she asked, worried now that she'd messed things up any way. "I do not want to be losing you."
The frown was momentarily replaced by a rather confused expression before his face seemed to calm and find something more neutral. "'Course we're still friends. In what world could Ah still function without you?" He didn't think Yvette realized how important she was to him, but Kevin wasn't really sure he had words to explain that to her either.
The frown was momentarily replaced by a rather confused expression before his face seemed to calm and find something more neutral. "'Course we're still friends. In what world could Ah still function without you?" He didn't think Yvette realized how important she was to him, but Kevin wasn't really sure he had words to explain that to her either.
"I do not think I could... I mean, I am glad... I..." Yvette's attempts to respond to his words faltered with her English. "~I do not want a world without you,~" she said at last in Albanian, reaching out a careful finger to touch his sleeve, knowing he wouldn't understand the words she needed to say. "You are my friend. Always," she continued in English. "Kinfolk, yes?"
Kevin didn't followed the movement of her hand as it came closer to him like he would with some people. He didn't need to. He knew if he simply remained still or moved slowly she'd do nothing that would put either of them in danger of hurting the other or being hurt. Yvette got a warm, thoughtful smile, though it was more for the contact than the words. "Yeah, kinfolk. Always." Now the real challenge would be stopping any potential awkwardness in its tracks following this conversation. Sometimes people managed the conversation fine but everything that followed was all messed up. Kevin didn't want that to be the case with them.
"So..." She took a breath and steeled her nerve to actually ask. "If you are not so busy, perhaps you would like to go get some waffles?" She looked up at him hopefully.
Kevin rocked back to his heels and stood up. Then he offered a hand out to her, a gesture he knew she'd understand the importance of. "Sure. Are these waffles Ah'm buyin' you or waffles Ah'm makin' you? 'Cause Ah think the kitchen's got a waffle iron and we can always steal it up to my suite and find movies if you want." Hm...maybe that was something Catseye would qualify as a couple thing. Catseye be damned, Kevin was too much an introvert to do everything where he could be supervised.
She took his hand, glove meeting glove. "The Waffle House?" she suggested, and then smiled. "That is, if your waffle girlfriend will not mind?"
"Waffle girlfriend doesn't get to mind," he told her as his own smile spread across his lips. "Ah mean, you were here first and all. Right here." Kevin tapped his chest over his heart and gave her a wink to go with the intentionally cheesy line.
"How you say? Damn straight, yes?"
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