He watches her as she moves and undresses. His dark gaze has its usual intensity, a focus that makes most unsettled when it rests upon them. Kate has never shied away from it, though. Then again, she's never seen him at his worst. She's never fully dealt with the Bastard of the Barrel. A good thing, he thinks, as usually it takes one of his loved ones to die or the loss of his home to bring the most feral aspect of him out. He wonders though if she did see him like that if she'd look at him any differently.
He wants to think she wouldn't.
He slowly unsnaps his gloves and tucks them under his pillow. The rain outside is a familiar sound, far more so than the rare times that there's sun. It can wash away so many of the little crimes and slights in the city, letting things pool into gutters or rinse through cracks. It's only those who spend their lives in such crevices that it all falls into their laps. Kaz likes ruling from the shadows. For all his fears of the ocean, he welcomes what thunder and lightening bring. It's just nice to have someone to share it with now.
The cat purrs between his legs, and the thrum of rain combines with it to make his eyelids droop. He studies her as she lies in the inverse position to him. "I'm used to fighting against someone. It's different to fight for something instead."
Okay. Maybe it's not so much a question as it is a statement, but he's tired and there is a hint of puzzlement in his voice over the concept, anyway. Perhaps he has fought for things in the past, but it's never been framed that way in his mind. Like he's willing to fight for his relationship with Kate.
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He wants to think she wouldn't.
He slowly unsnaps his gloves and tucks them under his pillow. The rain outside is a familiar sound, far more so than the rare times that there's sun. It can wash away so many of the little crimes and slights in the city, letting things pool into gutters or rinse through cracks. It's only those who spend their lives in such crevices that it all falls into their laps. Kaz likes ruling from the shadows. For all his fears of the ocean, he welcomes what thunder and lightening bring. It's just nice to have someone to share it with now.
The cat purrs between his legs, and the thrum of rain combines with it to make his eyelids droop. He studies her as she lies in the inverse position to him. "I'm used to fighting against someone. It's different to fight for something instead."
Okay. Maybe it's not so much a question as it is a statement, but he's tired and there is a hint of puzzlement in his voice over the concept, anyway. Perhaps he has fought for things in the past, but it's never been framed that way in his mind. Like he's willing to fight for his relationship with Kate.