
AN EYEBROW QUIRKS at his initial comment, gaze lifting from where she’d been idly flipping through a magazine to meet his. question of clarification was on the tip of her tongue but it turns out she didn’t even need to ask. the half-smile that curves her lips is a little sheepish, sure, but that & the faint pink tinting her cheeks are the only things that give away her lack of composure. ‘ you think so ? ’ kate questions, genuine interest creeping in her voice despite the fact she’s clearly trying to disguise it as something benign. green gaze drops to his mouth as he absently calls attention to it - just for a moment before his eyes draw hers again. ‘ i don’t think it’s weird to say, ’ she muses, dismissing tate’s hedging question easily. ‘ i like honesty. ’