The loft above Lukes, Saturday morning

[tigerundercover]

Kathy's note was sitting on the coffee table, under Raven's phone showing her similarly irritating follow-up text message. Raven was currently ignoring it, because Kathy wasn't home, so getting mad enough to go yell at her would require leaving the apartment

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[spin_kick_snap]

It was afternoon by the time Kathy dragged herself back home. Showered and with a change of clothes, so at least she wasn't dragging day-old demon gunk into the house, but more than twenty-four hours gone. Bruised, bedraggled, and feeling broken, she flopped down on the couch, too tired to go any further in.

Her note was on the table. Kathy looked at it again and groaned. Fuck, it was worse than she remembered.

"In sixty five I was seventeen and running up one on one
I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on
Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running behind."

And something to sing about, apparently.

[tigerundercover]

Raven came into the living room, from the front door for once instead of from her bedroom.

"Oh look," she said. "You survived."

[spin_kick_snap]

"And look," Kathy said, looking up at her. "You left the house."

Immediately though, she was groaning and burying her face. "Fuck, Raven, I'm sorry. I didn't come home to be an asshole." That part was just apparently hard-wired into her lately. "Especially not to you."

Seriously, could she just smother herself with a pillow?

"Believe it or not, I was planning to apologize."

Fandom, ever-helpful, decided to pitch in. "I'm sorry, so sorry
That I was such a fool
I didn't know
Love could be so cruel
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-yes

You tell me mistakes
Are part of being young
But that don't right
The wrong that's been done"

[tigerundercover]

Raven folded her arms over her chest, not feeling all that terribly forgiving just yet, song or no.

"Oh, you're finally home
I was waiting for you to come in
Dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again
I thought I'd go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street
They say we choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me
Maybe they're right.

It's all of the good that won't come out of me
And all the stupid lies i hide behind
It's such a big mistake, standing here on this frozen lake."