Portalocity Hub, Baltimore, Wednesday Afternoon

[chosehumanity]

And to think Mitchell had planned on coming back to Fandom from an incredibly strained holiday week to find some peace. And to think. There had been very little peace in him since that morning, when Kate had called him sounding like a bloody wreck. He'd hurried down here as fast as he could, and...

... nothing, apparently.

"Are you sure no one's come in yet?" he asked of the staff for about the fifth time. By now, they were eyerolling, and had foregone any more attempts at calming him down.

He was not in the best of moods.

[[ for a kate. ]]

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[vanillajello]

He might have avoided her neck, but Kate still winced. That wasn't the only part with bruises on her.

"Careful with my ribs," she muttered against his jacket, but made no move away. Greedy for that hug, even if her side hurt. Her back, too. "I got trapped in his apartment because I'm fucking stupid."

Seriously, just how long had she let Hannibal fool her?

[chosehumanity]

"Playing the normal card?" Mitchell asked, though he let up just a little in fear of crushing her ribs any further. "Fucking fledgelings." That had to be said aloud, all right?

[vanillajello]

"Way normal." Normal enough to have sex with. Suppose that counted as necrophilia? Her voice got even quieter. "I feel so stupid."

Among other things.

[chosehumanity]

"He's a young vampire," Mitchell muttered, rubbing gently at her arm as he pulled a little further back. His tone was halfway between everyday nerd-Mitchell and serious vampire Mitchell, but his eyes were worried. "That's what they do, Kate. They think it's special or original to fool their old friends and twist their necks, that it makes them so clever and their victims stupid. It doesn't."

[vanillajello]

Kate looked up at him, tired. Truth be told she wasn't really grasping the magnitude of the situation yet. Still too wired up, half expecting to find herself fighting again.

"I should've been able to tell," she said. "I'm supposedly so fucking observant."

[chosehumanity]

"Don't," Mitchell just said. "We'll talk about that later, yeah? Have you eaten?"

[vanillajello]

She shrugged a shoulder. "I had a Mars bar in Montreal."

Liar. Half of said Mars bar was still in her bag.

[chosehumanity]

"Real food," he returned. And now that the first passing panic had passed, he noticed the fact she was barely clothed for Miami, let alone Baltimore.

He was taking off his jacket a second later.

[vanillajello]

"I don't need that," Kate said, but she wasn't really, honestly objecting. Arguing was just a habit, a weird sort of familiar comfort. "And chocolate is real food."

[chosehumanity]

He shoved the jacket at her without wasting a word on the subject. "Chocolate," Mitchell said, "Is not a food group."

He was already wracking his mind for a decent place to get food in really small portions in Baltimore.

[vanillajello]

Kate didn't bother even pretend-objecting, either. She pulled the jacket on, wincing when some movement in getting her arm in a sleeve made her feel a sharp but thankfully brief pain in her side.

"Fine," was all she said.

[chosehumanity]

"You want to head back to the island, or grab something to eat first?"

He was going to give her the opportunity to answer. Otherwise, fuck it, he was going for take-out and making her crash in the second bedroom.

[vanillajello]

Kate wrapped the slightly too roomy jacket a little more firmly around herself, then raised an eyebrow at him, mildly. "It's like ass o'clock in the morning, is there even any not gross food available?"

Well, it was something like ass o'clock in the morning in her own personal timeline. 4 AM, maybe, on Tuesday morning.

[chosehumanity]

"...What are you talking about?" Mitchell said, taking a break from being freaked out and worried and protective to look... incredulous. "It's three hours past noon."

[vanillajello]

"No it's not," she replied after a beat. Because sure, there was no way she with her head injuries and everything could possibly be wrong about this. "It's like four in the morning."

Another pause. "... Isn't it?"

[chosehumanity]

Wordlessly, he pointed at the windows near the very back of the lounge.

[vanillajello]

Her gaze followed where he was pointing, "... Well that's weird."

Said the girl who'd just been attacked by a vampire. To another vampire.

[chosehumanity]

"Yeah," Mitchell agreed, casually. He was used to conversations of the attacked-by-a-vampire-to-a-vampire variety, so taking it in stride wasn't that huge a thing.

"So food first," he said, "Or I take you back to the house on Fandom and you can tell me everything." See? There were options.

[vanillajello]

"Must've been a slow Montreal," Kate muttered mostly to herself as she frowned at the window, before acknowledging there had been options presented. "I'm not hungry."

She wasn't. Didn't mean she wouldn't have to eat, but she wasn't hungry.

[chosehumanity]

"Fine. I'll make you some toast later," Mitchell replied. "I'm not staying in this terminal any longer than I have to, if it's all the same. C'mon."

He jerked his head towards the exit. Mostly, he just wanted to get her somewhere defensible familiar.

[vanillajello]

"Okay," she sighed, already taking steps towards said exit. "I'm crashing with you tonight."

It was half to check his thinking was the same as hers, and half to just announce that was what she intended to do.

[chosehumanity]

"Good," Mitchell said, simply. "I've got some old Dark Serpent DVDs I brought in from home." So, yes.

He followed close behind, flanking her, a little like a personal bodyguard.

[vanillajello]

"I have no idea what that is." Well, she didn't think she did. She'd find out it fell into the category of 'things Moosh watches but I haven't bothered to', later. "But I'll take it."

It wouldn't make everything okay, but maybe it would make something a little better, a little more normal.

And maybe she'd fall asleep on the couch.

[chosehumanity]

"It's a good show," he said, and attempted a smile. "I like the last season of it. Brings back memories."

It was also really really depressing, but Mitchell was just... not going to let her get to the last episode.

He didn't say anything else, because as soon as they got outside he was hailing a cab.

[vanillajello]

"Hmh." Well, she didn't have much to say, either. Daylight felt weird to her tired eyes, and yet she was glad to be out in it, however briefly.

So she just stayed beside him, eyeing her surroundings, trying not to look too wary of everything.