"Yeah, but that isn't a bad thing."

"Yeah―" you begin.

"I knew it." Groans Kat, rolling over and laying face down on the bed and giving a loud groan.

"Hey I wasn't finished yet." You state.

"Well then continue." Grunts Kat, voice muffled.

"Yes I agree," you repeat, "but that isn't a bad thing."

Kat and you sit in silence for a long long moment. She doesn't move or comment for a good thirty seconds. Then she mumbles something under her breath.

"Sorry," you say leaning in, "what?"

"Elaborate." States Kat, turning her head to the side so she isn't muffled anymore.

"Well," you begin, "based on my experience, learning about your own sexuality is always weird. It feels weird." You pause, waiting for comment, and get none. "Like I can sympathize with how you feel. Everybody has their sexual awakening at some point, even if its a lack of sexuality, and it's something that has to be discovered and explored." You pause again, and Kat just remains silent. "You don't just wake up one morning and have a book telling you what turns you on and what turns you off. And that can be frustrating and confusing, but it's what everybody goes through." It's another long moment of silence before Kat speaks again.

"So how did you get past the weirdness?" Kat asks.

"Oh geez." You say, shrugging. "I had experiences. Dated people."

"Ugh." Sighs Kat.

"There's no need to beat yourself up for not dating or having any experience in this sort of thing Kat." You say, trying your best to be kind.

"Bold of you to assume that I have no experience." She scoffs, lifting her head from the bed and narrowing her eyes at you.

"Am I wrong?" You ask point blank.

"No, but also as my brother it's also none of your business." She yawns and rolls onto her back, face up next to you.

"Point well taken." You say, trying to sound indifferent about this new morsel of information.

"But I'd also ask that you give Marcy a wide berth for a while." Kat says.

"Oh?" You ask. "Why's that?"

"I need some time to get used to the idea of you two hooking up still." She groans.

"Hooking up?" You ask, eyebrows furrowing.

"Oh yeah," chuckles Kat, "Marcy seems to be very emphatic about making you and her a regular thing, so that's something you need to be ready for."

"Huh." You state, grin growing on your face.

"I would rather you didn't but―" She sighs and shrugs. "I don't exactly see how I can stop a pair of horndogs like you from bumping uglies. But can I ask you something?"

"Sure." You answer. Kat sits up, looking you dead in the eyes, face very flushed.

"It's getting late, but I still want to talk more about this with you." Kat says, deathly serious. "And you better not speak a word of this to Marcy or Lou or anybody."

"My lips are sealed." You reply.

"Pinky promise?" Kat asks, proffering out her pinky finger.

"Yeah, I promise." You chuckle. "So do you wanna come over another day and we can continue our conversation then?" You suggest.

"Yeah, you promise?" Kat replies, standing up from your bed and stretching her long willowy frame.

"Yes," you chuckle, "I promise."

"I'm holding you to that then." Kat states, brows furrowed, picking up her stuff in the living room and kitchen. You walk her to the door, and as she steps out the door she turns to face you. "Night John." She says.

"Night Kat." You answer, and she is off down the stairs and into the darkness of the night.