(Untitled)

[steelartisan]

He thought about going to Milliways. Outside. There is water there, and trees, and horses, and grass that could almost be a field

Comments

[prydeful]

Kate's not as drunk as she wants to be.

But she's generally inebriated, as she walks in and looks at Piotr in silence for a minute.

Part of it is to remember how to be solid.

"Hey." Just that, as she moves forward enough to see his face.

[steelartisan]

There's a moment where he's only looking at the stars.

And then he turns, just enough to see her, and it's a little closer to the bridge holding the two of them instead of two people alone in themselves.

"Katya."

[prydeful]

"Piotr."

She wants to smile.

She can't.

"...I'm kinda drunk," she admits after a pause.

"Simon and I fought the scotch. I'm not sure who won." Her smile's there, then, and crooked. "Song could be about Mal, huh? Or change 'law' to 'odds' and it's us."

And then the smile's gone.

"I don't know what to do, Piotr."

[steelartisan]

"Neither do I."

(He thinks of Illyana, times like these. His beautiful baby sister. She hated the finality of death; she raged at it once, and at him, with every maybe she could find.

He couldn't save her, either.)

He lifts a hand to Kate now, palm up, because he has no more words yet.

And because they're still together, at least.

It's something.