John's first reaction to his girlfriend arriving back at the top of the platform was to awkwardly step in front of her with his arms open. Her eyes were hidden behind her bangs, a mess that looked even more dishevelled than usual. There was no other indication needed than the flappy state of her persisting cat ears.
She took a weak step off the platform, and two quick ones followed, then she pressed her head against his chest, and he closed his arms around her. "I was too hasty," Rave mumbled, her muffled voice trembling.
"Yes, you were," John said in a tone that was as gentle as possible. She wouldn't want him to be anything but honest.
"I blew all my powder from the start, and mother just strung me along while she waited for me to get tired," there was something like a sniff, then a bit of a giggle, "I was totally the mouse there, not the cat."
"Your mom is a cougar," John joked and was rewarded with a minor gut punch for that.
