[ Kate's pleased to see Johanna when she returns; she doesn't say it, obviously, but it's there in the tilted curve of her smile and how easily she falls back onto the bed, the eager way she moves under the press of her hands and her mouth. She's still pliant later and quiet too, sprawled out scrolling idly through the network on her comm in an effort to stay awake, occasionally lowering it to give Johanna a look when her fingernails catch or tickle.
When she shifts and starts getting dressed, Kate finishes whatever she's typing and tips onto her side to watch. ]
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When she shifts and starts getting dressed, Kate finishes whatever she's typing and tips onto her side to watch. ]
You don't have to go, you know.