[Kate's thumb runs along the expanse of skin between his thumb and forefinger, trying to read his expression the way he has in the past, so easily read her own. Kate does tend to wear her emotions on her features, however, while Richie?
She's learned that there's several versions of the man sitting across from her. The one he wants people to see and the one behind the glossy veneer. There was also the one driven half crazy by a desperate snake demi-goddess but that Richie, she was happy to say, she hadn't seen a trace of since Mexico.
Rather than speak, Kate lifts his hand to her face, her lips brushing over his knuckle before giving it a little squeeze, some small show of comfort and reassurance, an attempt to put the worst of that memory behind them and focus on the present.
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She's learned that there's several versions of the man sitting across from her. The one he wants people to see and the one behind the glossy veneer. There was also the one driven half crazy by a desperate snake demi-goddess but that Richie, she was happy to say, she hadn't seen a trace of since Mexico.
Rather than speak, Kate lifts his hand to her face, her lips brushing over his knuckle before giving it a little squeeze, some small show of comfort and reassurance, an attempt to put the worst of that memory behind them and focus on the present.
And then, just to lighten the mood;]
You're wearing sweatpants.