𝖝𝖎. On My Hands and Knees

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"Where's Henry?"

Kathryn stomps inside the house, out for blood. After what happened with JJ and Pope, walking all the way there wasn't exactly a good idea. She had to ruminate with her thoughts, and, as it turns out, she walked for an hour and a half.

Max, doing the dishes, jumps at her voice. He peers into the main hall by the kitchen's opened door. Her hair is a mess, her white shoes are brown. It doesn't look like she cried, but he knows how she is, and figures that her bitten lip and wide eyes are enough.

"Kat? Baby, are you alright?"

He gets out of the kitchen and walks towards her. He tries to hug her, but she steps away. She can't be touched. She's on fire.

Kathryn lets out a breathy laugh. "Do I look okay?" Then, in a breath, she goes on. "You told them. You told the Pogues." She scoffs, shaking her head. "You told them... One of the things I wanted to keep a secret, you..." She steps back. "I trusted you."

Realisation hits him like a freight train. He feels sick. He knew that what they did was questionable, but they needed to make sure she would be okay.

And she was not. Max can feel tears sting his eyes. "I'm sorry, Kat, we... we thought it would be better for them to know, so they could keep an eye on you."

She scowls. "You wanted them to babysit me? Yeah, okay, thanks. I feel so much better now."

He takes a deep breath. He's going out with Henry, of course he's familiar with the way the Darcys express themselves. It's like walking on burning embers. "We never meant to hurt you, okay? We're just trying to look out for you."

"By telling them I tried to kill myself?" she cries out. "How does that work?"

"By giving them the clues to look out for!" Then, he frowns. "We didn't... we didn't tell them that. We just said that you almost died, we would never..."

"Well, because of you, they found out!"

He tries not to give into her anger, because it would just make it worse. He knows he's gonna have to power through it to get her to calm down, and talk properly. "Listen, you have every right to be angry at us..."

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