“Manny…” She sighs, drawing his attention and causing his smile to falter. Kate looks at him, truly stares at him like he is something very complex and challenging to stare at, and smiles thoughtfully. “You’ve got a warm heart. You really do.”
He laughs stupidly, embarrassed by her strange emotions and making a show of it, but she doesn’t stop staring at him.
“After—… After everything I’ve done to you.” Her voice breaks and she presses her fist to her lips firmly, looking quickly away from him and back at the tiles on the floor. Herman watches, rendered frozen by the beautiful image of Kate trying not to cry. It is such a simple, common thing to see in a regular human being that he thinks it’s idiotic of him to find her so fascinating in the most human things she does. He hated her twenty-four hours ago, wanted her dead.
“You should’ve killed me.” She looks up fiercely, eyes shining with the threat of tears. “I would have killed me.”
Herman’s mouth bobs open with his inadequacy—he never knows how to console people—and he shakes his head earnestly, stupidly. “No, Katie, I would never—,”
“You have questions, Manny.” She dismisses him with a fussy flick of her hand whilst the other rubs at her eyebrow—Herman is once again lost in the previous tide of her quickly changing emotions and fumbles to keep up. “I do too. We should… get this over with.”
He narrows his gaze into hers, part of him longing to treat her similarly to how she once acted, to dance around questions and make her seethe and horrify herself with guilt.
He’s the same old Herman in the end, though. There was a reason Kate was able to enrapture the Gomez family so easily, and it wasn’t all necessarily due to her charms. Weakness was a constant nag in that apartment, especially when crushed and pressured by a force like—well, like Kate once was.
“About us, I guess?”
“Yes.” She answers, looking him steadily in the eye. “Have you told—?”
“Pepper. Only her.” He interrupts, unable to hold her gaze from the rush of the memories that suddenly plagued him. “She… had a hard time; thought that it was her fault, of course… She tried to ki—…” He feels a bit dizzy from that train of thought. “Well, she had a hard time, like I said.”
“I… see.” Kate nods slowly, exhaling and folding her legs underneath her. The faux-leather of the seat squeaks awkwardly. “What about you?”
Herman makes a face, something of a bitter frown, and searches her eyes for a moment before shrugging.
Missed Me 2b/?
He laughs stupidly, embarrassed by her strange emotions and making a show of it, but she doesn’t stop staring at him.
“After—… After everything I’ve done to you.” Her voice breaks and she presses her fist to her lips firmly, looking quickly away from him and back at the tiles on the floor. Herman watches, rendered frozen by the beautiful image of Kate trying not to cry. It is such a simple, common thing to see in a regular human being that he thinks it’s idiotic of him to find her so fascinating in the most human things she does. He hated her twenty-four hours ago, wanted her dead.
“You should’ve killed me.” She looks up fiercely, eyes shining with the threat of tears. “I would have killed me.”
Herman’s mouth bobs open with his inadequacy—he never knows how to console people—and he shakes his head earnestly, stupidly. “No, Katie, I would never—,”
“You have questions, Manny.” She dismisses him with a fussy flick of her hand whilst the other rubs at her eyebrow—Herman is once again lost in the previous tide of her quickly changing emotions and fumbles to keep up. “I do too. We should… get this over with.”
He narrows his gaze into hers, part of him longing to treat her similarly to how she once acted, to dance around questions and make her seethe and horrify herself with guilt.
He’s the same old Herman in the end, though. There was a reason Kate was able to enrapture the Gomez family so easily, and it wasn’t all necessarily due to her charms. Weakness was a constant nag in that apartment, especially when crushed and pressured by a force like—well, like Kate once was.
“About us, I guess?”
“Yes.” She answers, looking him steadily in the eye. “Have you told—?”
“Pepper. Only her.” He interrupts, unable to hold her gaze from the rush of the memories that suddenly plagued him. “She… had a hard time; thought that it was her fault, of course… She tried to ki—…” He feels a bit dizzy from that train of thought. “Well, she had a hard time, like I said.”
“I… see.” Kate nods slowly, exhaling and folding her legs underneath her. The faux-leather of the seat squeaks awkwardly. “What about you?”
Herman makes a face, something of a bitter frown, and searches her eyes for a moment before shrugging.