Too Little Too Late? ((59))

[victoriousscarf]

Again, Misto paused before nodding. "Yeah, I rather like it. It's a lot smaller than the mansion, but honestly it's what I would have always preferred anyway."

[amanika]

Tugger nodded, "Y'can have too much space." he was silent again for a moment stirring his coffee rather than making any attempt to drink it. "So, uh.. if it ain't too late t'ask," his ears flicked back as he spoke, "how've y'bin?"

[victoriousscarf]

Finally sitting, Misto pushed the coffee cup in front of him around for a bit rather than look at the other cat, his tail flickering toward his leg. "My world fell to pieces, decided that wasn't enough, and fell a bit further. But... I think things are starting to balance out again." Or at least, he really really hoped they were.

[amanika]

Tugger pushed back a slight feeling of irritation there, knowing it wouldn't help any. "I'm sorry t'hear that. An' I'm sorry I ain't bin' around."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto's eyes flickered up and then back down to the coffee. "Yeah, well, you've been busy..." he managed to say without sarcasm.

[amanika]

"Yeah, I have," Tugger agreed, doing his best not to sound defensive, "but I had a day off t'day, so figured mebbe' y'might appreciate the comp'ny, or somethin'. Anyhow," he added, "it'll be over in a week, one way or another." Either he'd be on a regular police job with uniform and badge and salary, or he'd be out on his uppers with nothing to show for it.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto glanced up at him, considered, and decided it wasn't worth it asking what he was doing. He tried to not say that the other was making him feel like scraps, only worth seeing when there was nothing else to do. But such a sentiment was bitter, even for him.

"Well, I suppose that's good... do you have any idea what you'll be doing when this week is over?"

[amanika]

Tugger hadn't meant it like that of course, and he'd have been concerned if he'd realised that was how it was coming across, but it never occured to him. "Depends how it goes t'be honest. But I oughta' have more time again is what I mean."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto paused and nodded. "Well, that should be good for you then."

[amanika]

Tugger frowned, it dawning on him that Mistoffelees was obviously still not okay with this. However, he was unsure how to respond to that knowledge, and fell silent, staring into his still-full coffee cup.

[victoriousscarf]

"Well, so you've been good then?" Misto offered. Tugger had been the one to show up, Misto wasn't sure he was supposed to be the one extending any olive branches yet.

[amanika]

Tugger glanced up from the coffee, "I've bin' fine, f'the most part. Better if this works out." he knew he ought to be asking Mistoffelees more about himself, but he'd already asked how the other had been, and from the response, had no idea if the other tom wanted to talk about what had happened or rather, forget it.

"Look," he offered finally, "if y'wanna talk about what's bin' happenin' t'you, I can listen, but if y'want t'forget it an' move on. Well," he shrugged, "jus' wanted y'to know the offer's there. Even if it's probl'y too late."

[victoriousscarf]

For a moment Misto considered the other and then looked back down. "The last time I tried to tell you anything, all you said was that you didn't know why I would be telling that to you," he said, voice soft.

[amanika]

Tugger frowned, confused and not cottoning on the the fact that Mistoffelees was referring to his feelings about Coricopat, thinking rather instead of the last time he had spoken to the other. "I said I was busy, not that I didn't want t'know."

[victoriousscarf]

"Before that, Tugger," Misto said softly. "The last time we actually talked and I actually tried to tell you anything. At Jerrie's." He had little to no inclination to actually repeat what had been said, especially in Coricopat's house.