
OH, THIS IS so cute. he’s so cute. he’s…. well, is pouting the right word ? not quite. annoyed, maybe. either way, it’s a good look on him. kate’s eyebrows raise, she tries to keep her clear amusement to a minimum. ‘ bou. ’ his name is said like a reassurance, a way to draw his attention back to her, make sure he hears what she has to say. ‘ you don’t need to worry. i’ll be fine, really. this sort of thing, ’ she gives a small gesture, ‘ it’s nothing new. ’ and, sadly, it’s true. kate more than knows how to handle leers & strangers with wandering hands at this point. though the protectiveness is something she doesn’t mind - in fact it makes her feel a little proud to illicit it. she full-well knows now he sees her as something kinda fragile. something to keep safe. which is kinda nice, if not sorta untrue. ‘ but it’s sweet of you to care. ’