Kurt folded the letter neatly and tucked it back into the torn envelope, smoothing it so that it was relatively nice and flat. Kitty was hunched over her desk and had yet to notice him standing just inside her room, shifting ever so slightly from foot to foot, his tail swishing. Kitty was typing away at her sixth draft of a term paper for one of her advanced physics classes, her hair twisted into a messy wad at the nape of her neck and run through with a pencil, her shoes off and her toes dug into the carpet, clenching and unclenching as the paper twisted itself into Gordian knots of footnotes and explanations.
He could easily stare at her all day and into the night, never touching her but just looking, he thought, fixated on the nape of her neck and it’s starburst of freckles at her hairline. He edged further into the room, tucking the letter into his pocket and turning off his holo. Alone with her, he did not need it and, she had once told him in the dark and quiet of her room late at night, it made her a bit creeped out since she had come to love him as Kurt and not some idea of Kurt. He could smell the warm scent of her skin and perfume mingled with the floral sweetness of her shampoo as he stood now just a few feet from her. She still did not turn to see him. He bit his lip and debated just leaving and finding her later or in the morning, but before he could leave, she finally turned around to see him standing there.