@colpapabear continued from HERE
He had taken something of a shine to Robert, mainly for his support and patience in being witness to what the other probably thought were the most mundane of spells. He toyed with the handkerchief a little while Robert teased him, shooting him a look but still grinning.
“Really that -good already?” He mocked playfully, “Give me three days and I might be like the -average f-fifteen year old, surpassing you by that --point.” All teasing of course as he had seen what Robert was capable of and he was sure it was far beyond anything he would ever manage or get the chance to even try.
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Listen. Absolutely make tomato war 2.0. We want the pain. We want the fluff. We want it ALL.
Also I feel like as soon as Kate's kids are unhappy, she tells her vagina to shut up. The babies are always her priority. She will NOT let them feel less than the most important things in her life.
But also like... they're used to Yelena being a workaholic? Like school events get missed here and there, and yeah, it hurts, but they're used to it? And Kate HATES it. She's had talks with Yelena. She's had talks with Alexei about it because Melina has some similar issues.
Give us tomato war 2.0. Give us the kids wanting to see mama, but she's staying with grandma and grandpa for now because her and mommy need to figure some things out and Kate's angry crying because Alex is so calm through all of this but then Kate hears her sobbing in her room one night.
I have zero will power when you dangle angst in front of me so here's a five minute pain blurb you basically forced me write at 2:30am :) lol
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10:37pm
Yelena trudges into the dimly lit bedroom she shares with Kate. To her surprise, it’s unoccupied. No trace of her partner. Weird. Yelena just walked by Kate’s office and the light was off. Their kitchen and living room are empty too.
She tiptoes into the kids' rooms, where she gently kisses their foreheads without waking them up. Still, no Kate to be found. WTF?
Despite feeling the weight of fatigue bearing down on her, Yelena decides to check the guest room, the one that is often used for naps or quiet reading. There she finds Kate lying in bed. Yelena is more than familiar with the sound of Kate’s breathing when she’s asleep and that’s not what she hears, so she turns the light on.
"Babe, why are you in here?" Yelena asks, puzzled. Silence. Yelena prods, still not realizing anything is wrong. “Kate…I know you’re awake.” Yelena knits her brow and steps further into the bedroom, sitting on the empty side of the mattress. Now she can see that Kate’s eyes are wide open, but she’s perfectly still and quiet. Yelena chuckles. “Are you ignoring me?” Kate says nothing and instead flips around, turning her back to Yelena. Yelena scoffs, starting to lose the sliver of patience she has left at this time of night. “Real mature, Kate.”
"I'm trying to avoid an argument." Kate snaps, voice low and strained.
“An argument about what?”
“What day is it today?" Kate’s words carry an undertone of anger.
“Wednesday.”
“What’s circled on the calendar in red marker on this Wednesday? What’s been circled FOR WEEKS?”
“I don’t know, Kate. I haven’t memorized the calendar by heart. It’s on the fridge for a reason.” Yelena retorts, her frustration rising.
“Yeah, it’s on the fridge, so we all know where we have to be and when. That's the entire point.” Kate bites back.
Yelena falls silent, feeling the tension between them thickening. She allows her fatigued body to fall against the headboard.
“Is that all you’re going to give me?” Yelena’s voice is softer, almost pleading.
“The calendar is still on the fridge.” Kate remains cold and distant.
Yelena petulantly hops off the guest bed and shuffles over to the kitchen. Kate stays, immobile. Moments later, Yelena slowly tramps back into the bedroom but doesn’t move to the bed this time. She closes the door behind her to keep their voices contained and once it’s closed, she presses her back against it before crossing her arms over her chest.
“Why didn’t you call or text me?”
That sets Kate off and she lifts her head to glare at her wife. How is this HER fault?
“BECAUSE THE CALENDAR IS ON THE FUCKING FRIDGE! I shouldn’t have to chase you to show up.” The silence and tension grow even heavier. “He was sad you weren’t there. He’d never say it, but I know he was. You could tell.”
“Wasn’t he a tree in the background?”
Kate sneers.
“Jesus fuck dude, how do you make everything that’s not about you sound so unimportant? Yeah. He was ‘a tree in the background’, but he was damn good at it. Not that you care, apparently. You didn’t even ask.”
Yelena hangs her head.
“I’m sorry. I am. I should’ve looked at the calendar more closely...I had a breakthrough. It was a mistake. Wrong beaker into the wrong burette which...could’ve gone terribly, but...it didn’t.” Yelena becomes animated, excited even over what she’s about to share. “Turns out the altered residues in the polymerase are solvent-exposed and…”
“I don’t care. I don’t. You probably could’ve come to the same conclusion tomorrow morning. It’s not an excuse.”
Kate cuts her off, weary and exasperated. Yelena allows her words to trail off, realizing that Kate isn’t interested in her work. The quiet lingers.
Yelena can sense she’s let Kate down but doesn’t know how to make it right. It seems like she’s perpetually asking for forgiveness lately, but it also never seems to be enough to make up for anything. It’s like nothing she does is enough. For any of them.
“You’re right. It’s not. But I can’t do anything about it right now. It happened. I’ll apologize to him tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“Will he? Because to be honest, I think we’re all a little sick of your apologies.” Kate’s words are laced with bitterness.
Yelena feels a lump forming in her throat. Deep down, she knows Kate’s right, but the surge of anger and frustration those sentences trigger inside the blonde stop her from being objective and level-headed.
“You’re being unfair.”
“I’m not doing this with you right now.” Kate tells her flatly and with finality.
Kate lies back down and covers herself with the duvet completely. Yelena can only see the shape of her under the covers.
“Doing what, Kate?” Kate says nothing. “You’re insufferable sometimes. You know that?”
“Must’ve learned it from somewhere.” Kate mutters from under the blanket.
“I tried to talk to you, tried to fix it. Remember that.”
“I don’t need to remember shit, dude. That’s you.”
“Good night, Katherine.”
Yelena shuts the light off and steps out of the guest bedroom, a surge of emotions and the weight of her mistake coursing through her. Kate wipes the single angry tear that escapes. It’s not worth it.
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