9th Bethas| Mid Afternoon
Damn, but this kid was a mess.
"Hey darlin', come on now." She crouched to Shae's level, sweeping them into a gentle hug before helping them back into the comfortable chair.
"Sit tight, pet, he's comin'. Ye want for me t'stay with ye, or let ye both alone?”
There was some attempt made to answer her, but by now Shae was simply too distraught to make any sense, so Delyth simply stroked their head, sighed, and straightened to leave the room, looking back once at the door. One exit from the kitchen opened onto the street, and it was this one she stuck her head out of, calling softly to the worried galdor who leaned against the back wall of the house.
“Ye’re up, lover boy. Come on and sort out this spitch ye’ve got yesen into.”
Kit opened his eyes and pushed himself off from the bricks, ducking out of the strap of his guitar and holding it by the neck as he strode over. Passing Delyth in the doorway, he laid his free hand on the witch’s shoulder, dropping a swift kiss on her cheek with a heartfelt “Thank you,” before turning his attention to the miserable creature huddled in the chair by the window.
...oh, darling, what happened to you...how could I do this…
He straightened his tie as he set the guitar down on the kitchen table, carefully, with only the barest hint of a thunk.
Kit’s red leather jacket wasn’t the only one he owned- the man still had to dress up on occasion when a job demanded it, and this job was surely worth making an effort for. Today he wore a sharp, three-piece suit, the jacket and trousers the same clear blue as his eyes, the waistcoat a smart grey tweed. Shined shoes, combed hair… Delyth chuckled softly to herself as she set the kettle on the stove for more tea. The man was fooling no-one but himself here. And Shae of course, but that little thing was so wrapped up in their own head they barely noticed anything.
A few soft steps and he was crouching down, looking up into their tear-streaked face, one hand on the arm of the chair to keep himself stable.
He didn’t move to touch them, not yet.
...don’t know that she’ll...they’ll… want me to…
Delyth had explained a few things while he was yelling at her and she was yelling right back. Well, after her smart right hook had shocked him into shutting the fuck up and listening. Some more things made sense now- the trousers, the way they walked. The strange things they came out with on occasion. Kit couldn’t say he understood, not entirely- the golly was very solidly a man and had never considered anything else- but he could at least respect them.
“Shae?” He bit his lip, looking down for a moment, then up again to meet that smoky gaze. “Darling, I’m so sorry. I’m an erse, I always have been. Do you… do you think you can forgive me?”
A lump caught in his throat and he swallowed awkwardly.
“Can we call pax...and try...try to fix this?”
...meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend...