Room 505, Monday Late Morning

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This was the first time since she'd gotten back from the trip, barring a furtive minute or two to drop off her bags, that Katchoo had set foot in her own damn room out of a notion that Francine needed some space after the whole kissing-and-then-freaking-out-and-fleeing incident from Saturday night. Francine always needed space after those incidents, and it made Katchoo want to beat her head into the wall a little that there had been enough incidents for her to see a pattern.

There was a certain farcical element to this, if you were far enough removed from the situation to see it from that angle, but at point-blank face-smooshed-up-against-the-problem range Katchoo was really only inclined to be frustrated, hurt, and pretty damned worn out from it all. Too damned worn out to keep giving space, actually, which didn't mean she wasn't relieved that the room was empty when she walked in and dropped to sit on the edge of her bed.

Clocky wheeled out from under her desk with a scolding beep-whir.

"Yeah. Missed you too," she told the clock, reaching down to give it a grudging pat.

[OOC: For that girl who also lives here and constantly has these Incidents with her. Look, don't blame us, blame the Cartoonist. HE IS WAY WORSE.]

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"Does that make it any better?" It wasn't really a question, so she didn't leave time for an answer. "Chewie... I love you. You know that."

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Now it was Katchoo's turn to close her eyes, leaning back and turning away -- not because she was ashamed of the reaction, but out of some half-formed and probably vain hope that it would spare some of Francine's feelings somehow.

"I know that. I know. I just don't know how."

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She had to say this...really, really slowly, so she got it right.

So she had a snowball's chance in hell of getting it right.

"I don't check out girls." Certain blonde people who looked like certain other blonde people people and certain medieval people who totally got Francine's Angelina Jolie Freebie Card aside. "I don't think about kissing girls, or dancing with girls, or having babies and living happily ever after with girls, or ... having sex with girls."

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"And me?" Katchoo could do blunt. Katchoo could so do blunt. Like now, see? "Do I fit in that general 'girls' category there? Where do I fit in?"

That was a little absurd, wasn't it? Her. Fitting in. Pssh.

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"Not there." It wouldn't matter if Katchoo was looking at her or not. There wouldn't be any eyes to meet. "Not-- not girls. Just you."

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Well, didn't that just make things nice and fucking complicated.

. . . more complicated. Christ, this was easier years ago, before she even wondered about the question, much less the answer.

Katchoo did open her eyes, but only to look out the window as she took a long, slow breath and let it out. "But you're scared. And there's . . ." Merlin. And whatever he had going on with Arthur. And a nice big mess. "Complications."

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It was easier years ago before Francine wondered about anything.

Except for how it wasn't, because years ago Francine lived in a perfect little house with her perfect mom and dad who thought their perfect (but you could always do better!) kids couldn't hear what they weren't saying to each other, and Katchoo came to the window every night and then went back to a house that really did make Francine's look like Heaven.

"Yeah."

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Whereas Katchoo had gone on to a life that was wrapped in more money and plush carpeting and expensive clothing and fancy parties than any of the first fifteen years of her life could ever have hoped to amount to, and beneath it all was just as hellish as what she'd left, just on a terrifyingly wider scale.

Katchoo wondered what would happen (stop wondering these things, Chewie) if she slid down off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of Francine.

"So where does that leave us, then? Does this change things?"

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Her hair would get wet too, that's what would happen.

"I don't know." What would happen if Francine reached out for her hand? Which was less of a wondering and more of a doing. "Doesn't it? How could it not?"

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Katchoo should not be this fascinated by watching her own fingers curl around Francine's, but she was, water dripping down into her hair or not.

"I think that's up to you, Francine. I'm willing to wait for you, or fight for you, whatever . . . but I have to know what you want. You have to know."

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"Do I have to know now?" That was Francine's other hand starting to... do some wild flaily gesture that would only end in injury so instead she wrapped it around Katchoo's as well. "Chewie, this is... you've had a long time to get used to this." How long, she hadn't known and still wasn't sure if she understood. "I haven't. And you know me. I'm...slow."

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"I know. I know you. And I love you." The sound Katchoo made was suspiciously close to a sniffle. "I just want you to be sure. One way or the other, no matter what you choose, because it kills me to see you lost, Francie. And I can wait."

Just don't make me wait forever, was the unspoken plea.

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"So can I do this, while we're waiting?" Francine asked, tugging at Katchoo's hands until she could wrap her arms around her. "Because I'm pretty damn sure about this."

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Katchoo's arms went around Francine in return. If it wasn't a rule of physics, it should be.

"Always," she got out in a hoarse half-whisper, because this was home, where she was now. This was familiar, finding solace in Francine's arms when she felt so damned broken. And sure, it'd be nice if she didn't have to be broken for this to happen, but still . . . home.

And whatever idiot had said you can't always go home again could bite her. Seriously.