It only now hits her. As Kaz recognizes that everything they've done is not just new territory, but one he never thought he'd explore, this is a conversation that Kate herself never imagined they would share. Sure, she's wondered if he's longed for this. But having Kaz recognise it felt so out of reach? It's both heartbreaking, but it also warms that spot in her chest with his trust.
"It's not just for us." Without hesitation, she reaches out to take his hand, touched by how natural seeking this sort of contact comes to him lately. How Kaz himself seeks for the physical reassurance. She squeezes lightly, not wanting to overwhelm him. "As selfish as I am and and happy to be the only reason, you're doing this for you too," she reminds him.
"Look, I love it when you touch me. How you make me feel things I never did when you just use your fingertips on me. I swear, it's even new and so good for me too, Kaz." The words blurt out with a delighted little laugh as she recalls those moments of pure joy. Of excitement and discovery. "But you came a very long way. Look." Tipping her chin, she points at their joined hands. "This is about you not depending on your gloves. Or not feeling uncomfortable when a room is too crowded." He has never mentioned it, but she's noticed his discomfort during certain jobs.
"I meant it when I said I'm proud of you. But you're not better or worse for the things we do when this door closes. You're are an incredible guy already." Kruge interrupts Kate with her meowing, stretching a paw and poking at Kaz's arm, almost as if she wanted to take part of how their hands are joined.
Finally, Kate scrunches her nose. "Are you tired mentally or do you actually need to lie down?"
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Date: 2025-03-31 11:52 am (UTC)"It's not just for us." Without hesitation, she reaches out to take his hand, touched by how natural seeking this sort of contact comes to him lately. How Kaz himself seeks for the physical reassurance. She squeezes lightly, not wanting to overwhelm him. "As selfish as I am and and happy to be the only reason, you're doing this for you too," she reminds him.
"Look, I love it when you touch me. How you make me feel things I never did when you just use your fingertips on me. I swear, it's even new and so good for me too, Kaz." The words blurt out with a delighted little laugh as she recalls those moments of pure joy. Of excitement and discovery. "But you came a very long way. Look." Tipping her chin, she points at their joined hands. "This is about you not depending on your gloves. Or not feeling uncomfortable when a room is too crowded." He has never mentioned it, but she's noticed his discomfort during certain jobs.
"I meant it when I said I'm proud of you. But you're not better or worse for the things we do when this door closes. You're are an incredible guy already." Kruge interrupts Kate with her meowing, stretching a paw and poking at Kaz's arm, almost as if she wanted to take part of how their hands are joined.
Finally, Kate scrunches her nose. "Are you tired mentally or do you actually need to lie down?"