<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8b/5c/7e/8b5c7e6342355d6d3e5435e2416bd1ad.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Colossus' Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 11th, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Piotr<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Confession<br/><hr/><br/>Piotr was right. She needed to get herself together. Taking a deep breath, she gently drew away from him, shaking her head. Sniffling, a hand lifted to wipe her eyes. Kitty looked up to his face, the concern plain. It just killed her even more. Finally, she would gently draw away, thinking that he wouldn't want to touch her after what she said. Hell, she was getting ready to be thrown out of his room.<br/><strong><br/>"I....after....you and I. I got.....I got drunk. With Heather. We....she and I...."</strong>Her words caught in her throat. Arms wrapped around herself, head bowing.<strong>"I didn't mean for it. And...well....she....felt good. I'm...I'm sorry. And then last night. I....with Abi..."</strong>Dimly, Kitty realized she probably wasn't making very much sense. But it was out there....at least how she was able to get it out. Her body was rigid, and she waited, expecting a massive backlash from a man that she had admired for so long.