What are our chances?

Its all coming back to me now

Kat sat on the bed hugging her knees, feeling a little uneasy at what had happened and that she was now stuck in someone else's house. She tried Damian's number but it went straight to voice mail.

Hearing the click of the front door made her jump off the bed and run towards the stairs, she flew down the steps, missing the last two and found a surprised Johnathan staring at her in shock.

'Oh Christ, I'm sorry.' She apologetically babbled as Johnathan looked at her through his furrowed eyebrows.

Kat instantly noticed the little indent just above the bridge of his nose and how it depend like Damians did when he was perplexed.

'It's OK. Where is Damian?' Johnathan spoke matter of factly with very little tone or emotion to his voice.

'Erm, he popped out.' Kat felt her voice break as she spoke, causing Johnathan's eyebrows to knit together even tighter.

'He popped out?' Johnathan repeated Kats words back to her.

She inhaled sharply, but it would not stunt her emotions as her breath rattled and her eyes welled up.

'Kat, is everything ok?'

She shook her head. 'I'm sorry, please, ignore me. I'll get out of your way.'

'Right.' Johnathan headed towards the kitchen but stopped just short of the doorway.' 'Can I get you a cup of tea?

Kat felt a short sense of relief as Johnathan hovered awkwardly waiting for her answer.

"No, honestly I'm fine, you need to get back. Please take no notice of me." Kat apologetically headed back up the stairs.

"Wait" Johnathan firmly instructed her. "Please, Kat. Join me for a cup of tea."

Feeling rude to refuse his invitation to his own house Kat meekly made her way towards him and into the kitchen. She sat at the breakfast bar and watched him set to making them both tea.

His long limbs got in the way of himself as he took out two mugs from the cupboard, put a teabag in each and headed towards the fridge in search of the milk.

"Sugar?" He quietly inquired as the kettle came to a whistling boil.

"Just one please." Kat shifted on her stool and leant forward so her arms rested on the countertop in front of her.

Johnathan placed the two mugs in front of her and retreated back towards the cupboard, returning swiftly with a white ceramic pot labelled biscuits.

"Won't Carol be worried you'll be gone so long?" Kat blew over the rim of her floral-patterned mug.

Johnathan shook his head gently as he opened the biscuit barrel. "No, she'll be too busy gossiping in the kitchen, even though she sent me back to her glasses, she won't notice." He lifted a rich tea finger out of the pot and dunked it in his tea several times before popping it in his mouth and sliding the pot towards Kat.

"So what did he do?" Johnathan finally broke the silence between them then washed down the remaining contents of his mouth with a large gulp of the hot tea.

"What makes you think he did anything wrong? Kat took a cautious sip of her drink as she clearly didn't have an asbestos lined mouth like Johnathan.

"The thing you'll learn about Damian is that he is very driven by his emotions. I guess that's what makes him so good at what he does, but it does come with some cons. He finds it difficult to look at a bigger picture sometimes, you know. Kind of guided by heart not head."

"I don't know, he seems very switched on to me." Kat played with the fancy handle of her mug as she spoke.

"Oh don't get me wrong, he's very intuitive and one of the cleverest people I know, and I'm not saying he's wrong for how he handles things, but myself and his brothers might be seen as," he paused and drummed his fingers on the countertop as he mulled over his words. "Emotionally constipated."