Cammie & Kurt: Open the Door and Stop being a Hermit, you Jerk

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Cammie drops in on Kurt early in the morning. Because she can.

"Hey, open up," Cammie said, knocking on Kurt's door, "If you don't, I know how to pick locks. I can even get past deadbolts," she said. She knew what was going on, and while she had a grand total of two real friends here, Kurt was something more. Kurt was like family. Like a cool uncle or something.

"You know I'll do it."

"Then pick the lock, little sister", came a weary voice from inside. "I will not stop you, but I have let in quite enough people for now."

"Fine, I will," Cammie returned, pulling a pin out of her hair. She never really styled her hair with these things, but it always made more sense than carrying them in your wallet where they stood a chance of stabbing her in the ass. "I'm not the rest of those people," she pointed out, pin in the door, "I could do this with a credit card if I wanted to."

"I have no doubt that you could", Kurt called through the door, still not moving. "But I have an oversized spaniel playing lapdog and I do not want to get up. If it was not you, I might not have admitted being here."

The door clicked open and Cammie walked in, "Well, excuses, excuses. Even if they're true, 'n all. But still," she shut the door behind her, "So. How's it going, I mean in general."

"I think you know." He'd been crying, and it was obvious from his eyes if nothing else. "My son is lost."

"Yeah, I know, but that's not what I meant," Cammie said, putting a hand through her hair, "I suck with grief in general," she said, never really having been able to deal with her own from almost five years ago, now, "I just thought I'd hang out with you for a bit, you know, see if you needed anything and just annoy you anyway."

"I suppose someone to hang out with would be good", he allowed, gesturing towards the empty chair. "I think a lot of people do not know if they should come."

"Yeah, well, it always seems worse when your alone," she said, remembering that much.

"And it is not something I am used to, being allowed to be alone", he said with a faint smile. "Not when something bad has happened. Monet is doing her best, and Amanda and Meggan of course..."

"Yeah, well none of them are as annoying as I am," Cammie promised, "I'll only leave you alone when I have to use the bathroom now that you've let me in."

That actually got a half-laugh, as Kurt shifted the dog's weight a little on his legs to get more comfortable. "And to eat, I hope. I only have enough rotten food for one of your meals." He'd got a separate mini-fridge for her, some time ago, to avoid contaminating his own food.

"Bah. I can last days on normal people food," Cammie said dismissively, "I dare say week.s"

"You would eat tasteless food for me?" he asked, half-touched, half-amused. "Then we shall have to rely on Sam to feed us, when Tris will not let me up."

"Yeah, flavor isn't everything, right?" Cammie said with a shrug, "There are more important things."

"Thank you", was the sincere response, and they both knew what for.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Cammie said, plopping down on the couch, "Family stuff, right?"

"What family is for", he agreed. "I see you are learning."

"You tell anyone and I'll have to hurt you," she said lightly, joking. Mostly. "I have an image, after all."

"Not a word, I promise." He sighed slightly. "And how are you doing, anyway?"

Cammie shook her head, "Oh no, not about me. Not today."

That got her a silent grateful pat on the arm with the tip of Kurt's tail, as he seemed to have nothing verbal to add.

She didn't say anything either, just smiled. She was going to be here even if someone tried to kick her out.