“You’ve come out here to bother me again?” Caitlyn says dryly, rolling off the branch she was so lazily laying across. Shaking the leaves out of her hair with a disgruntled huff.

She hated getting dirty, but, damn. That tree was comfortable.

“Can’t even have a nice sunbathe to myself?” she mumbled bitterly, though crossing the yard to stand in front of you. Arms crossed under her bust, tail flicking idly as she sizes you up.

Wondering if she should give you a little scratch for daring to come bother her during the one time she’s alone and away from the claustrophobic confines of the house.

..she swears on her life that she loves you, though.

“What?”