[ Kate laughs a little, quietly, at the bit about the axe, but otherwise keeps her mouth shut and listens, shifting onto the bed opposite so she can draw a knee up to her chest and hook her mug-carrying arm around it. Her gaze isn't always fixed on Claire - she doesn't force eye contact - but even with her eyes on Diablo or her coffee she's listening, and looks up often enough to make that clear.

When the blonde seems done Kate's swirling what's left in her cup, and takes a sip before shrugging one shoulder, mouth tipped into a rueful sort of smile. ]

I was going to talk to you about it, but by the time I was capable of actual conversation we'd already screwed it up. [ 'We' is okay here, right? They can agree it was at least something of a joint effort? ] I'm not very good at talking about feelings. Not mine, anyway. Other people's I'm great at. But it shouldn't take us this long to deal with things like that.

And for what it's worth, I've decided to just kind of...let it go. I like hooking up with her, maybe there'll be other girls in the future I want to hook up with too, maybe not. No way to know at this point, right? It still seems weird that it took me til 22 to even really consider it, but. [ She shrugs, like what can you do. ] It's been a spectacularly shitty couple of months, I'm not going to complain about this. Even if she is totally aggro.