[This close to him, she feels him tense immediately. There's nothing she can really do about it—she doesn't want to risk him falling again—but at the very least she tries to keep the contact as minimal and businesslike as possible. Maybe he wasn't afraid of being robbed, after all. Maybe he just hates being touched at all, or maybe his fever is bad enough that any contact feels terrible.
Whatever it is, she still doesn't feel safe enough to let go when they reach his apartment, especially not when he fumbles so terribly with the keys. Kate reaches for them with her free hand.]
Here, let me help.
[Her voice is much softer than it usually is, all concern with no hint of the teasing or sarcasm she usually lives and breathes. She tries not to think about that word too much. She's hoping it's just some other language she's never heard before, because if it is gibberish, that's a terrible sign. Kate helps him ease the key into the lock gently, then turns it and pushes the door open.]
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Whatever it is, she still doesn't feel safe enough to let go when they reach his apartment, especially not when he fumbles so terribly with the keys. Kate reaches for them with her free hand.]
Here, let me help.
[Her voice is much softer than it usually is, all concern with no hint of the teasing or sarcasm she usually lives and breathes. She tries not to think about that word too much. She's hoping it's just some other language she's never heard before, because if it is gibberish, that's a terrible sign. Kate helps him ease the key into the lock gently, then turns it and pushes the door open.]
Couch or bed?