"Alright, tell me what's wrong." Kate settles on the couch next to you, a concerned look on her face. "What did your dad do this time?" She asks jokingly to lift up your mood slightly, even though she's pretty sure Bruce has nothing to do with your sour mood. Ever since you showed up in her apartment, unannounced, you've been stewing on her couch, staring at her living room wall.

Kate couldn't help, but feel touched by the fact you consider her apartment a safe space, somewhere you feel protected. "Come on, brooding isn't a good look on you." She playfully pokes you in the side to get a reaction from you. The redhead was getting worried; you're never this quiet.