Well, Matt wasn't running out of the door and blocking her number just yet, so that was a good sign. Right?
At his joke about how Kate would obviously be the one who'd befriend an ancient entity, a toothy smile finally spread on her lips. She shrugged, almost as if she had got caught red handed on something.
There was so much to share with Matt, from the times when Dream made himself known to her through his realm, to his days visiting the waking world and their adventures as Kate helped him catch some rogue nightmares. It all felt like something that happened a lifetime ago.
But right now, she didn't want to stray too far from the main topic. "Something happened to him, he wouldn't give me details," Kate explained. "But last night he came to me, telling me he had to go away. That he wanted to give me anything he could grant me in the Dreaming, in case we don't see each other again." Kate's voice spoke for itself. There was something broken in there. Worry, longing. "Maybe nothing will happen to him, maybe he'll be fine. But.. Maybe by the time he is able to come back, I won't be alive to meet him again."
Kate's chin trembled slightly as grief caught up with her again. She sat more upright, her hands tucked between her legs now. But even if she was avoiding Matt's lost gaze, that last question he asked drew her back to him and his warmth.
Of course Matt would always put her needs and happiness first.
"I have a good sleep whenever you are around," she reminded him as her smile reached her eyes.
With an apology, Kate picked Ella from his lap and, even though she was confronted with an indignant meow, a kiss to the top of the calico's head mended things for now. "Sorry, gorgeous. I need your dad for a moment."
Putting Ella aside and with her brother and Lucky, Kate moved to straddle Matt. She cupped his face then, her thumbs stroking his bonecheeks as she picked her words.
"Matt. If I'm able to walk into your dreams or you walk into mine, you'll be able to see what I see." She explained, knowing he'd get the weight of this and how much it meant to her. Because she knew how much it could mean for him. "For one night, you can see me."
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At his joke about how Kate would obviously be the one who'd befriend an ancient entity, a toothy smile finally spread on her lips. She shrugged, almost as if she had got caught red handed on something.
There was so much to share with Matt, from the times when Dream made himself known to her through his realm, to his days visiting the waking world and their adventures as Kate helped him catch some rogue nightmares. It all felt like something that happened a lifetime ago.
But right now, she didn't want to stray too far from the main topic. "Something happened to him, he wouldn't give me details," Kate explained. "But last night he came to me, telling me he had to go away. That he wanted to give me anything he could grant me in the Dreaming, in case we don't see each other again." Kate's voice spoke for itself. There was something broken in there. Worry, longing. "Maybe nothing will happen to him, maybe he'll be fine. But.. Maybe by the time he is able to come back, I won't be alive to meet him again."
Kate's chin trembled slightly as grief caught up with her again. She sat more upright, her hands tucked between her legs now. But even if she was avoiding Matt's lost gaze, that last question he asked drew her back to him and his warmth.
Of course Matt would always put her needs and happiness first.
"I have a good sleep whenever you are around," she reminded him as her smile reached her eyes.
With an apology, Kate picked Ella from his lap and, even though she was confronted with an indignant meow, a kiss to the top of the calico's head mended things for now. "Sorry, gorgeous. I need your dad for a moment."
Putting Ella aside and with her brother and Lucky, Kate moved to straddle Matt. She cupped his face then, her thumbs stroking his bonecheeks as she picked her words.
"Matt. If I'm able to walk into your dreams or you walk into mine, you'll be able to see what I see." She explained, knowing he'd get the weight of this and how much it meant to her. Because she knew how much it could mean for him. "For one night, you can see me."