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[ She known guys like Kovacs before. Tough guys that act like nothing gets to them -- until it does. Most people, especially those kind of people, have more to them than all their glares and harsh words. At least that's what she kept telling herself every time he pissed her off.

Which wasn't as often as he annoyed her (which was always with that attitude).

But she was stubborn and had a feeling Takeshi was a lot better than he wanted to act. She saw glimpses of it here and there and it's what made her continue to work with him over and over. And press a little more each time.

When he said he was leaving, it was undeniable that it hurt. Karen made an effort not to show that it did, of course. But he would probably see it anyway. He was good at reading people and she was pretty bad at hiding her own emotions when it really got to her. She had asked if he really needed to or if he just felt he had to. She knew no matter the answer, there wasn't anything she could say to make him stay.

Just like all the others that had left, too.

She wished him luck and offered him her hand, resisting the urge to move forward and embrace him like she had wanted to.

She'd let him go.

On this night, she had tried to sleep and couldn't. She decided to get up and work instead, at least try to be productive with the time she was up. Dressed in nothing but her underwear and a baggy t-shirt, she flips through a file before going back to typing, stopping only when she hears the knock at her door. Starting at the sudden noise, she freezes and frowns over at the door. Slowly, she gets up from her chair and grabs her gun before going over. She doesn't have the fancy kind of tech that lets her see through the door so she has to chance looking through a regular peephole.

She doesn't really believe it at first. What the hell is he doing here...?

There's a long moment she pauses and debates if it really is him or someone else in his body... But ultimately opens the door enough to look out, keeping the chain on the door for the moment. ]

I thought you were leaving.

( well, the door opening is more than he expected. he'd half expected her to not answer, to ignore him, to just tell him to go away especially after he'd abruptly said he was leaving.

but no, she's opened the door slightly which means she hasn't completely shut him out of things either. not that he cares. he doesn't. )

Technically, I did leave.

( it just hadn't been for as long as he'd planned. something had pulled him back, something had brought him back to her door of all fucking places. )

Were you sleeping?

( doesn't look like it. she looks tired but there's no traces of sleep lingering on the edges of her eyes that he'd think would be there if he'd woken her out of a dead sleep. )

The hell you do answering your door?

[ She gives him a Look at that last question. Like really? ]

Why the hell are you knocking on my door?

( well okay. he doesn't really have a good answer for that one. so, he doesn't answer at all. he just stands there, hands in his pockets and eyes on her face. )

You gonna let me in or throw me out?

( so, at least he was giving her a choice. he had a preference, of course, but he wasn't going to force the issue. )

I didn't fucking leave, okay.

[ She looks at him for another long moment before finally opening the door all the way and stepping aside for him to come in. Karen isn't really sure why she is. She's not really dressed for company but there's a part of her that's truly relieved he's still here. That he came to her. ]

Why not?

I don't know.

( and that really fucking pissed him off. )

Why, were you gonna miss me?

( that's right, default right back to sarcasm and flippancy when having to deal with feelings. )

[ She rolls her eyes as she closes the door, locks it back. It's a reflex even when she knows she's safer with Kovacs here with her. Still has her gun in her other hand but she puts the safety back on. ]

Is that what you want to hear?

[ Karen can give back as good as she gets from him. ]

( of course not. yes. fucking no. maybe. )

Why's it such a big fucking deal that I decided to leave? What were you expecting, Karen? Permanency? You know I don't do that. You know I've never fucking done that.

( so yes, please miss him because there was no one else left who would. )

[ She sets her gun down on a table near the couch before walking right up to him, it doesn't even matter if she's dressed down to almost nothing. That's not stopping her now. ]

Why is it such a big deal that I care in the first place? What does it matter to you? You keep trying to convince me nothing touches you, nothing matter, but I'm pretty damn sure it's the opposite. 'The asshole doth protest too much' and all that.

[ She stops in front of him, looking up into his face as she presses a finger to his chest. ]

You do realize that no matter how many sleeves you jump into, no matter what you call yourself, you're still human.

( well, points for her boldness, kovacs guesses. he's not exactly expecting it which, he realizes, is pretty fucking dumb because she's been nothing but brave and blunt the entire time he's known her. she pokes his chest and he actually steps back, trying to avoid looking anywhere but at her.

finally, he finds his voice and it's loud and snappy and confused. )

Because you shouldn't. Every single person that has has gotten killed or hurt or maimed or something. So, cut your fucking losses and just let it be, Karen. I shouldn't have come here tonight.

( mistake. he'd let his stupid heart beat a few times and now he was paying the price. )

They stripped all that humanity away from me years ago, Karen. Years ago. Biology might tell you one thing but my fucking head's going to tell you another.

You're proving that wrong just by being here.

[ She says it like it should be the simplest thing for him to understand. That he should've picked up on that already. Shaking her head, ]

And you give yourself way too much credit; I'm an investigative reporter. I've had a target on my back long before I met you. Have had people try to kill me and hurt me long before you. I don't have that gun here just for show.

Maybe I just wanted to fucking sleep with you.

( it's not the last resort he has but it's close. a hail mary to make her hate him. to make her see what he truly is. )

Ever think about that? It's late, you're barely dressed and here I am.

That's bullshit.

[ She crosses her arms in front of her, calling his bluff even when she knew it was a gamble. She doesn't believe he's actually that shallow, no matter how hard he tries to act it now (or before). ]

You sure about that?

[ ARE YOU REALLY SURE?

because you're right and he fucking hates that. ]

I wouldn't say it if I wasn't.

[ When she believes in someone, it takes a lot to make her think otherwise. ]

Just because you've convinced yourself of that, that doesn't mean it's the same for me.

You want the truth? Fine.

[ uuuuuuuugh. ]

I don't know why the fuck I'm here. I just -- I'm here.

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