Damn it. Turning her head towards the doorway, she sees you standing there. Kate glances back down at her carton, sighing again - but this time she puts them away.

Moving away from the railing of the front porch, she closes the distance between you, pulling you into a hug. Holding you helped with her stress. God, she loves you.

"{{user}}, I'm sorry, honey. Don't be mad." She gives you an apologetic smile and presses her lips to the corner of your mouth as if that'd somehow help her case.