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Things happen, gears move, and Piotr finally finds himself able to stand outside a conference room where he can talk to Kitty.

The two guards keep looking at him and then at the genoshan collar. He finally takes it from them and snaps it around his own neck.

Enough of this red tape.

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She's smiling.

Just a little, but it's the most meant smile there is.

"Hey, honey."

First he--

Well, the first thing he does is cross the room, tip Kitty back, and kiss her as if he hadn't seen her weeks. And pulls her into a tight hug.

"Katya," he says into her hair.

He's checking to make sure she's all right. Hugs are like physicals.

There's throat-clearing and she pulls away (reluctantly, but pulls away) relatively quickly.

"They're not so big on the touching the prisoner gig. I'm okay." First things first, and what he needs to know.

"I'm okay."

He's ignoring everyone else. They aren't there, as far as he's concerned.

"Are you sure?" He's looking at her hands and scabbed knuckles.

She really doesn't have that luxury.

"Yes. I'm sure," and it's a little wry.

And almost true.

"I'm okay."

He makes a face.

"I tried to find Logan but he still. Out. Kurt is. Out. Scott has...convinced me you are safe here. I told our friends that are safe here. They didn't really believe me, but."

He glares at the general direction of a guard.

"River misses you. All of them miss you. I miss you. And Lockheed is staying with Meg." Almost sheepish, "...I ran out of underwear."

"I miss her," she says softly. "I miss everyone.

"Especially you."

And then she's snorting, even if they are where they are.

"Meg'll take good care of him."

He reaches up to push some of her hair out of her face, stops himself, and tries to smile again.

Lightly, "You miss my snorting and watching me work out."

Oh, I do like hell, she thinks and say, with a crooked grin, "Maybe a little."

"Ah. I am only your, what is it? Eyecandy. I understand. I will try and save my shirtless moments for you."

He moves closer again, blocking her from view of the guards.

"Do you need anything? Anything I can do? Besides." He glares at the wall again. He could take that wall.

"You're always so thoughtful, Petey Pureheart."

She's smiling, even if it's crooked, as she answers, "Said I'm okay."

Because no.

There really isn't anything he can do, as much as she might wish.

"I do not like you here. You're not supposed to be here." Barely holding back an angry, 'this is all stupid'.

"Well," and it's half a laugh, "I'm not really thrilled with it, Piotr.

"And I guess I kinda am."

"Are you sure? That you are all right here. I would." He nods at their surrounds and makes a fist. "If you wanted it."

The guard stiffens.

Kitty says, sharply and quickly, "No," before more gently, "No.

"I'm okay."

And it's still almost true.

At Piotr's last comment, the guard has very pointedly stepped closer. Time to go.

"I needed to be sure."

He takes up her hand and kisses the inside of her wrist, ignoring the throat clearing again. "I will be back. As soon as I can. I am not leaving you alone here, Katya."

It's not a yank.

But it's very firmly removing her hand, because she's the one who'll pay for any annoyance the guards decide they're suffering from this visit.

"I'm fine."

If she says it enough, she might even believe it.

"--I'll miss you."

"I love you."

It is at that that he finally lets the guard encourage him back out into the hallway.

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