<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePci9FdpErM/U2O0PmcsmxI/AAAAAAAAGVo/8ouISpSoYmQ/s1600/hnt67_rr8l.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br/><strong>Location:</strong> His Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 11th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Kidney Shot<br/></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> He was still, very, <em>very</em> confused. Kitty was acting very strangely, and even though it had only been a few days since they'd come together, they'd been very affectionate when they could. So for her to leave his embrace was odd, to say the least. Just twice since they made love they'd sat in each others arms and talked for hours. Now this? What was going on? After she put some distance between them, she tried to explain something to him. <br/><br/>Tried being the key word, as she stumbled through a broken sentence that made things even more confusing. But he'd listened intently to the whole thing. It took a few moments, but her reaction, how she was acting. How scared she seemed... Then the words. "After we? After we had sex? You got drunk with Heather and...she felt." He paused, and looked to the floor. His fists suddenly clenching together. "She felt <em>good</em>?" A scoff escaped from him and he turned away with a hand going up to his forehead to push his hair back. He took a deep breath and sat on his bed, with his hands clasped. He wouldn't look up, it hurt too much right now. <br/><br/>"So...after all this time. All the feelings and pent up emotions. After coming together how we've both wanted...you have sex with Heather, and then later, sober...with Abigail? I uh...I guess our feelings <em>weren't</em> mutual then. I think I looked too much into things." He laughed weakly, and finally looked up to reveal a single tear trailing down his cheek. "Well the few moments we had were nice, I'll cherish them. But I only want <em>you</em> to be happy, Katya. So I won't stand in the way of what you want. I just wished it had been me; after...after everything. Thank you for telling me at least," he sort of choked out. <br/><br/> "I'd have hated to find out I was a cuckold some other way," he uttered, sounding completely deflated and defeated. He didn't have much in this world, but at least his pride he felt was intact. Looking down at her, so guilty and repentant and aware of the betrayal. He wanted to be mad, so badly. But what good what that do? She was already lost to him, and he couldn't change how he felt. So the only thing for it was to let her have what she wanted, and he'd find...something. The heart was a confusing thing sometimes.  Maybe not being around for a bit was best. "Was there anything else? I'm not feeling much up to painting right now. I think the Danger Room will suit me better." He sighed and stood up, rubbing his hands over his eyes for a few moments, as he truly didn't know what else to say or do here.<br/><br/><br/></span><br/>