[It's the "you would feel guilty" that makes her grab her shirt, the cloth bunched up in her hand instinctively to express her irritation with his assumption. Kate knows that he means well, but guilt isn't a factor in this. She had a feeling that he required more, that he wanted more, but it's not guilt. It's not feeling the same way that she did before. After all, while Kate still wants this, wants him, the emotions aren't as overwhelming and leading her adrift as they had when they were together.
It never bothered her before that they hadn't spoken about things. It hadn't really mattered. They were so caught up in the moment, so caught up in each other, that they couldn't hit pause and realize what was happening.
Kate hadn't had a whole lot of opportunities to think about Noh-Varr since she left for Los Angeles and ended up here, as well. He'd come up from time to time, but she had been so involved in other things that she had detached from that previous thinking.
Maybe she'd feel guilty for moving on, for being distanced from what they had, but she doesn't know that she would. Maybe she would feel guilty for enjoying herself with him, but never being able to be caught up the way she had, the way he already was again—that's more likely. But nothing's certain.]
There's no fixing it. [She needs that to be clear. After a beat, she pulls on her shirt, standing up and running a hand through her hair.] If you want to offer your help, do it because you're a member of the team. [Her team. Where she's a leader.] And don't tip-toe around me. [Him butting in on her conversations has always been irritating in some way, but it's not like it's a ... new thing from him.]
[Another misstep, and just like the last time, it's too late to take it back. It's never been difficult, before her, and now it's become that and he doesn't really know what to do. He regrets the decision already, but at least this time, he's wise enough to know he can't take it back, or ask for a do-over.
He can't change his mind, with Kate. There's no fixing this, either.]
I'll try to remember that.
little did she know that "don't tiptoe around me" would mean "sure I'll be an ass"
[After a moment, she pulls on her shirt, the cloth clinging to her body as she stands up from his bed. This was a mistake, she knows that now, and she's honestly glad that they didn't sleep together.
She doesn't need to make it worse.]
Good-bye, Noh-Varr.
[Unlike their way in, she doesn't make a point of being quiet as she leaves his room to head out. They weren't in there long enough even for a quickie, so what does it matter?]
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It never bothered her before that they hadn't spoken about things. It hadn't really mattered. They were so caught up in the moment, so caught up in each other, that they couldn't hit pause and realize what was happening.
Kate hadn't had a whole lot of opportunities to think about Noh-Varr since she left for Los Angeles and ended up here, as well. He'd come up from time to time, but she had been so involved in other things that she had detached from that previous thinking.
Maybe she'd feel guilty for moving on, for being distanced from what they had, but she doesn't know that she would. Maybe she would feel guilty for enjoying herself with him, but never being able to be caught up the way she had, the way he already was again—that's more likely. But nothing's certain.]
There's no fixing it. [She needs that to be clear. After a beat, she pulls on her shirt, standing up and running a hand through her hair.] If you want to offer your help, do it because you're a member of the team. [Her team. Where she's a leader.] And don't tip-toe around me. [Him butting in on her conversations has always been irritating in some way, but it's not like it's a ... new thing from him.]
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He can't change his mind, with Kate. There's no fixing this, either.]
I'll try to remember that.
little did she know that "don't tiptoe around me" would mean "sure I'll be an ass"
She doesn't need to make it worse.]
Good-bye, Noh-Varr.
[Unlike their way in, she doesn't make a point of being quiet as she leaves his room to head out. They weren't in there long enough even for a quickie, so what does it matter?]