Kat smiled as Donta confided that he was happy to have her as a friend. She had never been told she was someone's friend that she didn't ask. She moved to the side of her bed, "Sorry that everything's wet." Her bedroom was primarily a pale blue that created a calming atmosphere. Pictures of her family hung on the walls, as did a few pictures of their old home, swathed in green light. "You don't have to worry about me telling anyone, but I guess you're right." She felt bad for wanting to ask questions, but knew that if she didn't, it would only serve to make things awkward.<br/><br/>"How did your parents meet?" The question was simple, but acted as a gateway to more invasive questions that burned in her mind.<span style="font-style: italic">Does he have siblings? were there other attempts to procreate?</span>