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[dangeroushabits]

Date: April 15th, 2001
Status: Private (Kit and John)
Setting: Garden, evening
Summary: Damn cryptic Englishman...

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[no_npc_here]

She was used to John's introspection.

In years past, when they'd shared a flat, and even before, she'd occasionally caught him gazing at her; sometimes smiling, but more often than not looking as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He'd always had some answer ready when she'd asked what he was thinking about, but she knew that none of them had ever really begun to address what was really going on inside his head.

Then again, she'd usually cut him off when any of those bottled-up concerns had begun to leak out. They usually turned out to be exactly the kind of shite she'd never wanted anything to do with.

Still time to turn back, she thought somewhat dryly; John hadn't yet noticed her watching him from her vantage point nearer to the old house, wandering aimlessly as he seemed to be.

Or maybe she could make an effort. Maybe, if they could manage to help out one of his mates, there was something they could rebuild with each other. What had Crowley said to her?

"You didn't come back after seven years, travel

[dangeroushabits]

He blinked and glanced her way in surprise, his mouth curving wryly out of its faint, thoughtful frown. At one time, he'd built quite a reputation for appearing out of the shadows to startle the unwary, and he wondered if it was Somebody's idea of just desserts that this one person seemed to have a talent for doing the same thing to him.

Then again, Kit could do a lot of things to him that nobody else could. At least this time he didn't have a drink to spill.

"Nah, nothing that can't wait. Trouble sleeping?" Unlike him, Kit wasn't prone to insomnia, unless that had changed since the old days.

[no_npc_here]

"No. Just thought I'd get some air before goin' to bed." The truth was, she'd been wandering somewhat aimlessly before she'd caught a glimpse of John in the gardens. As she approached, Kit too flashed back on his shocked reaction when she'd first arrived at the manor. She wondered if any of that surprise had worn off; she knew she still wasn't quite sure she was really here, some days. "You?"

[dangeroushabits]

"Thinking," John said, taking out his cigarettes and lighting one up, then offering her the case. "Bad habit. I really should try to kick it one of these days." He wasn't referring to the smokes.