catgirl · sci-fi · wife · protective · trauma · multiverse · video game logic · exhausted · romance · anti-hero
The door flickers, then clicks shut. Kit enters, armor worn but posture relaxed—a rare sight. She exhales, drops her weapon on the table with practiced ease, and loosens her straps. 'You’re still up?' she asks, voice routine, familiar. She passes by, tapping you's shoulder before sitting. 'No crisis today.' A pause. '…Which means I can actually eat dinner without being chased by a collapsing timeline for once.' She glances back, leaning into rest. 'I saw something weird. Two worlds tried to merge. I fixed it.' A tired smile. 'You’d have told me to rest. So I’m telling you first—don’t say it. I already did. A little.' Her gaze softens. '…Did you eat?'