I had a vision I could turn you right, a stupid mission and a lethal fight

[freestyle_one]

The last time Kate had done anything to rack up this many regrettable actions in a day, she'd been about nineteen and there had been tequila involved. Somehow 'abnormal magic bug suit' didn't quite sell as a good excuse.

Magnus had run all the usual tests, and Kate had put up with all the poking and prodding until she was finally allowed to escape

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[will_zed]

Soreness had woken Will up early that morning. Not that it had ever gone away since he'd been knocked out the first time yesterday. All he knew was that at the moment he was not really up for company and if he went downstairs, that's probably what he would get. So he headed towards the roof, knowing that no one really went up there. He was on his way there when he saw Kate sitting at the window seat. He was half tempted to turn tail and run. After all, every time he'd been around Kate in the last twenty four hours something had happened where he'd get his ass beat to the ground. He had the bruises (and a nasty gash on his face) to prove it. Yeah, he knew that she wasn't exactly herself, but he was still more than a little wary.

At the same time, Kate was a friend, a coworker, and someone who, in general, that he trusted with his life. So what to do? The decision was made for him when he ran smack dab into a hallway table (when had THAT gotten there?). He winced at the soreness in his hip, yet another injury due to Kate's proximity.

[freestyle_one]

Kate was still looking idly out the window when he approached. It was a beautiful day outside. The sight was both comforting and hard to appreciate given the weight on her mind. She'd only had an extra moment or two to stew in her guilt before the thump of wood shifting and a muffled curse caught her attention.

She turned sharply towards the doorway, momentarily freezing when she saw who was sitting there.

"Hey..." She said, fixing an awkward grin on her face, "...You look like hell."

[will_zed]

Will smirked and rubbed his hip, sopping a few feet away. "Likewise."

He stood there uneasily, not quite sure whether to stay or to go. In the end, he opted to stay. He sat on the window seat, not quite next to her, but not completely distanced, either. Leaning back against the wall, he studied her critically, looking for...something. He wasn't quite sure what. She was different today, and he knew it wasn't just the catsuit.

"How you holding up?" he asked.

[freestyle_one]

Kate didn't say anything at first, just tracking him with his eyes as he moved over to sit near, but not too near to her. She wasn't going to bite...but she didn't blame him after today.

She held off commentary as long as she could, but he was doing that thing again. Giving her his best Freaky Eyes, scrutinizing, peeling back the layers to try and peep underneath. It was unsettling at best.

"Kind of feel like shit", she admitted, not specifying physical or emotional. It was most of one and part of another she wasn't ready to confront yet.