Room 324, Tuesday Late Morning

[vanillajello]

This was the first time Kate actually stopped to look through the cards on her Valentine's Day flowers. Sure, she'd glanced at them yesterday, her attention grabbed mostly by the one that made her mutter "No, Hannibal, you are" to herself, but now she actually took the time to see who they were from, and what they meant

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[decoder_rings]

Hannibal didn't have a class today so he didn't really need to be awake but he was and since he was heading out, stopping by Kate's room wasn't too out of his way.

And since that door was open, it made it even less so of an out of the way thing. He stopped in the door and said, "Hey, daydream believer. Thinking about anything good?"

[vanillajello]

Kate turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. "One of my cards has a false accusation on it."

[decoder_rings]

"Does it?" he asked, feigning innocence. "Someone falsely accused you of something? Why haven't you kicked their ass?"

[vanillajello]

She snorted and shook her head. "Probably because I haven't seen you since I got back before now?"

[future_sandworm]

Kate's door was open. Leto had previously decided to wait until she visited him, but now it seemed stupid not to stop and say hello.

"I see you survived the weekend." He leaned against the doorframe.

[vanillajello]

... Kate felt instantly slightly nervous and very, very awkward.

Still, she managed a tone with the faintest hint of cheer to it, even if she didn't quite look at him. "Yeah, well... I'm not nearly as fragile as people seem to think."

[future_sandworm]

"Oh? People think that?" He waited. She hadn't invited him in, after all,

[vanillajello]

One-sided shrug. "Mitchell does."

She fiddled with her hoodie's sleeve, then glanced up, chin still down. "Um, you can come in. If you want."