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[steelartisan]

Things happen, gears move, and Piotr finally finds himself able to stand outside a conference room where he can talk to Kitty.

The two guards keep looking at him and then at the genoshan collar. He finally takes it from them and snaps it around his own neck.

Enough of this red tape.

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[prydeful]

She's smiling.

Just a little, but it's the most meant smile there is.

"Hey, honey."

[steelartisan]

First he--

Well, the first thing he does is cross the room, tip Kitty back, and kiss her as if he hadn't seen her weeks. And pulls her into a tight hug.

"Katya," he says into her hair.

He's checking to make sure she's all right. Hugs are like physicals.

[prydeful]

There's throat-clearing and she pulls away (reluctantly, but pulls away) relatively quickly.

"They're not so big on the touching the prisoner gig. I'm okay." First things first, and what he needs to know.

"I'm okay."

[steelartisan]

He's ignoring everyone else. They aren't there, as far as he's concerned.

"Are you sure?" He's looking at her hands and scabbed knuckles.