MHA #10- Friday afternoon

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Kitty was still telling herself she wasn't sick. Sure, she had all the signs of a cold and had been resorting to taking over the counter medicine, but she was still telling herself that that was a preventative measure, because mind over matter or something. And see, she'd even brought paperwork home with her from Caritas two days ago so it wouldn't be like she was missing work at all. Said work was sitting ignored and untouched on the coffee table while she was curled up on the sofa with a blanket and some awful Syfy movie on because the remote had fallen on the floor and getting it was going to be more work than Kitty was willing to put in.

Okay, so maybe she was a little bit sick. And a lot wishing she was telekinetic.


[For that guy!]

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"Those sound like totally appropriate reactions to me," Kitty said with a little smirk, not finding anything she liked on TV and just sticking with some random thing on HBO. "Of course, I can't mock you later if you don't mock me for this, so."

[so_hawkward]

"I won't mock you, I promise. Unless you get significantly worse," Clint warned. "Or you get me terribly sick in return."

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"Nope," Kitty decided. "Your strong immune system's just going to have to do its job because we're not both allowed to get this."

[so_hawkward]

"I'll keep that in mind." Clint laughed softly as he tested the soup and decided it was warm enough, then got some into a bowl and brought it back out to Kitty with a spoon. "Here. Eat carefully, all right?" he said, sitting down beside her.

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"I promise not to end up with it all over me," she teased, taking the bowl. "Your boyfriend score goes up just that much higher today."

[so_hawkward]

"Uh oh, there's a score? Does that mean it can go down if I do badly?" Clint asked.

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"It's a score I just made up," Kitty admitted, trying the soup. "Though I don't think you've done anything yet that would make it go down."

[so_hawkward]

Ah, but that 'yet' meant it was always possible. "I've been trying with the help and support and proper use of body parts you like," he said. "I'm glad I'm on track."

[throughaphase]

"I can tell you're trying," she said with a little smile. "And considering not trying was a factor in previous breakups, I'm glad for it. Gold star."