[ thing the first: the darkness should have been a boon. no light means less of a chance that anyone passing by would suspect anything, and it's not like they both haven't handled their respective gear enough times not to know them by touch alone.
thing the second: it is very much to blame for why kate's hand lands where it does. at least, that's kate's story, and at this point she will die by it.
an apology nearly comes flying out of her mouth, but instead she is clamping said mouth shut, a bit too afraid the lizard part of her brain might say something else, something mortifying, something that would only make this situation worse like how his shuffling around to find room just provides friction and oh god why would her hand twitch now, of all times.
light, they need light. ]
Mm-hmm, cool. Yep. That makes sense.
[ the funny thing is, kate was here when they stashed that bag away. she'd seen this supply closet herself, fully stood in it and even unironically remarked how all building supply closets always seem to look exactly alike. there's no reason for her confusion, and even less of a reason for this grave mistake in thinking entering it while peter was still working in it would be a good idea. it's not like peter's a small man. (god let's not let that line of thought get too far away from us—) kate should have definitely been smarter than this.
she turns (clenches her hand into a fist and tries to ignore the tingling, the lingering warmth) and flicks the switch on. immediately they are bathed in fluorescent lighting and the cosmos have chosen mercy for kate by making it so she is now no longer facing peter so she wouldn't have to see his face so soon after all this but the cosmos also has a sick sense of humor because that just means her back is to him so other things are touching and
her voice isn't strained, but clipped. carrying the wince that has yet to leave her expression. ]
This one's on me, my bad.
[ cuz, you know, a "my bad" is definitely a perfectly adequate apology after you've just accidentally groped your friend. ]
dangerous to give me such freedom...
thing the second: it is very much to blame for why kate's hand lands where it does. at least, that's kate's story, and at this point she will die by it.
an apology nearly comes flying out of her mouth, but instead she is clamping said mouth shut, a bit too afraid the lizard part of her brain might say something else, something mortifying, something that would only make this situation worse like how his shuffling around to find room just provides friction and oh god why would her hand twitch now, of all times.
light, they need light. ]
Mm-hmm, cool. Yep. That makes sense.
[ the funny thing is, kate was here when they stashed that bag away. she'd seen this supply closet herself, fully stood in it and even unironically remarked how all building supply closets always seem to look exactly alike. there's no reason for her confusion, and even less of a reason for this grave mistake in thinking entering it while peter was still working in it would be a good idea. it's not like peter's a small man. (god let's not let that line of thought get too far away from us—) kate should have definitely been smarter than this.
she turns (clenches her hand into a fist and tries to ignore the tingling, the lingering warmth) and flicks the switch on. immediately they are bathed in fluorescent lighting and the cosmos have chosen mercy for kate by making it so she is now no longer facing peter so she wouldn't have to see his face so soon after all this but the cosmos also has a sick sense of humor because that just means her back is to him so other things are touching and
her voice isn't strained, but clipped. carrying the wince that has yet to leave her expression. ]
This one's on me, my bad.
[ cuz, you know, a "my bad" is definitely a perfectly adequate apology after you've just accidentally groped your friend. ]