I go willingly, enjoying the comfort he's bringing me.
"No, it only started in the past week or so." Actually, it started right around the time I began spending time with Caspian, but I'm not about to tell him that and freak him out.
Maybe Ivy has a crush on him or something. Hopefully, they're not exes. One of them would have let it slip if that's the case. It would be a pretty dickish move of Caspian not to tell me in the first place, either.
"So, what do you want to do when we get back to my room?" I ask, not realising how it'll sound until the words are out of my mouth.
"We can watch a movie?" he suggests. "Lady's choice."
"How gallant," I joke. "I'm going to find the girliest chick flick in existence and make you watch it."
"And here was me thinking you'd make me watch Cats."
"The musical?"
"For research purposes, obviously."
I chuckle. "I'm not a fan. Now The Aristocats..."
"Great film," he says. "I used to watch it loads as a kid."
I chortle. "And I had you pegged as more of a Bugs Life kind of guy."
"That's one of the Pixar classics. So underrated."
The rest of the stress from being at the party fades away. I'm glad he's holding Felix so I don't have to.
"Change of plan. No chick flicks for you," I announce. "We're having a Disney marathon instead." And I'm excited about it, even if it seems like an odd thing to do with someone I'm dating. Or at least, someone I think I'm dating.
"Alright, but I have one condition?"
"Hmm?"
"You let me run down to the shop and get some snacks first." He sounds like he's already decided that's what he's doing.
"Only if you get me some iced tea," I counter, digging through my bag and pulling out a fiver to give to him. I'm not making the assumption he'll automatically pay for things, that's incredibly unfair of me.
"Thanks." He takes the money and shoves it in his pocket. "Any other requests?"
"Depends, do you like nachos?"
"Love them."
"Oh good. Get the stuff to make nachos then." I can nip down to the kitchen in my flat and make us some that way.
We pause as we reach the entrance hall of the academy, and he hands me Felix.
"I'll be up in ten minutes." He leans in and presses a soft kiss to my cheek.
I melt. Figuratively, though if he does it again, there's a chance it'll become more literal.
"Stay safe," I say to his retreating back. I hope he doesn't hear me though, what a lame thing to be caught saying to someone. "It's a wonder he's interested at all," I muse aloud, even if the only person who can hear me is Felix.
"Meow."
"Yes, I agree, let's get back to my room and you can meet your new friends," I tell him, wondering whether or not the kittens I've made are actually related. I won't know without doing some kind of DNA test, and that just sounds expensive. "Guess I'll just have to wonder about that one," I tell him.
I think I'm going crazy. This isn't the first time I've talked to the kittens as if they'll answer. Maybe it's normal, but then again, this is me. From experience, I know it's probably something weird.