[ it takes kate a moment to process that the scrunchie in benedict's hand is, indeed, her scrunchie. that he had somehow remembered she'd had one, when kate herself had been more than content to carry on like the thing never existed. it shouldn't surprise her — he's always been so good at paying attention to details — but for some reason it's sticking with her now.
she must be more in need of caffeine than she thought. ]
Thanks.
[ for the scrunchie, the coffee. the former is set back in her hair, pulling the thick strands out of her face, and the latter she quickly gets to work on downing. she squints around the room, looking for a clock. ]
It's not too late is it? I hope I didn't sleep in...
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she must be more in need of caffeine than she thought. ]
Thanks.
[ for the scrunchie, the coffee. the former is set back in her hair, pulling the thick strands out of her face, and the latter she quickly gets to work on downing. she squints around the room, looking for a clock. ]
It's not too late is it? I hope I didn't sleep in...