Overground Dorm One/Ren and Kit

## Ren is going to get his ass whooped

Kit

He pushed into the dorm, his heart beating, and he looked around for Ren, periodically yelling out his twin's name, his fingers tapping on his thigh.

Won Hyunseon

Kit's voice didn't get to him for awhile, because of the rampant thoughts swirling in his head and his ragged breaths blocking everything else. He saw blood but even though he saw it, knew it was his, he didn't feel where it was coming from. He didn't feel the pain leaking out of him. He felt numb as he pushed himself off the floor, nearly stumbling into the bed. Slowly, he limped towards the door when he heard his voice. Heard Kit's voice. He lost all the strength in his legs for a second, nearly falling if hadn't caught himself on the wall. The blood loss was starting to take effect. His breaths were more ragged, his eyes unfocused and hazy, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. "Kit?" he whispered, almost like a prayer. "Kit...?"

Kit

He heard the voice as he came near Ren's room and his heart dropped to his stomach and he stumbled into the room, his hand gripping the door and he stared at Ren for a moment before practically throwing himself at the other boy, wrapping his hand around his stomach. "What happened?" He hissed. His mind was whirling and he kept on getting distracted. By the blood, by Ren. Part of him knew he should call a hospital but the time to get here then the time to get back...no, he should take him there. "Did you do this?" HE asked, adjusting his body to sling Ren over his shoulder to carry him into the car.

Won Hyunseon

"Kit," he whined softly, trying to find something to focus on to fix his vision but it seemed like everything was moving too fast. "Kit don't leave me," he mumbled. "Don't leave me... don't leave me... don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me," he said. He repeated it, kept repeating it that soon it seemed like he was on autopilot. The pain was starting to rear its head now, his body complaining from the suffering.

Kit

"I'm not the one leaving," he muttered as he carried his brother out of the room, stumbling slightly under his weight but the adrenaline and pure determination kept Kit going. Down the stairs. Why were there so many stairs? Some students passed them but they just stared and cleared a path. *Why won't they help? Why does no one help anyone? Why is everyone so selfish?* He didn't know how to drive so instead, when he made it onto the street, he called a taxi down, shoving Ren in. "Hospital, now," he snapped and the driver didn't need to be told twice.

Won Hyunseon

Despite his efforts to keep awake, somewhere between being carried down the stairs and the drive to the hospital, he passed out from blood loss. His breathing had slowed dramatically, so quiet you could barely tell his chest was rising. For awhile he fell into a quiet serenity, letting the light grasps of death cradle him.

Kit

In a few, long, moments, they had reached the hospital. It wasn't a long drive realistically but it felt like centuries for Kit. He didn't need to worry about Ren for long as he was shoved to the sides with nurses and doctors surrounding him. Shoved into the waiting room, it wasn't long before someone came to him to take down their details and the events. Ten minutes later, he was staring at his contacts, being told he should call someone. He felt a thousand miles away, though, struggling to focus, spacing out. If he could, he could sit there and stare at the wall for hours, he'd barely notice it. Eventually, though, his finger hit Brooke's name.

Brooklyn C.

"Hello?" she said, pausing in her movements. She had been in the middle of cooking dinner, and was chopping carrots.

Kit

He was silent for a moment, opening and closing his mouth, before finding his voice. "Brooklyn," he said, his voice serious and monotone, "it's Kit. I'm just letting you know, Ren's in the hospital. I don't know how serious it is. But if you could tell Alex and Zero, that'd be great." He was being cut off, not sure how else to do it.

Brooklyn C.

It took her nearly half a second to process everything, and by the time she had, she already had her shoes on and had told Zero. "I'll be there, and I'll tell Alex to meet me at the gates. She'll have to cut Art Club short. And I've already told Zero. We'll be there in less than ten minutes."

Kit

He shrugged but it took him a moment of silence to realise that she couldn't see him shrug. "Yeah, yeah, alright, don't have to rush. I'm just in the waiting room," he mumbled, "see you, I guess." With that, he hung up and paced up and down the rows of seats.

Brooklyn C.

"Yeah, kay," she said, hanging up. She jogged down the stairs and ran towards the club building, Zero trailing behind her. As she had promised, Brooke arrived at the hospital no less than ten minutes with Zero and Alex, as well as on the phone with Hanbyeol. She ended the call and approached Kit. "I called your dad," she said. "He's on his way."

Kit

He paused to look at Brooke, then the other two, before shrugging and continuing his pace. "Alright," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Alex Bellrose

She averted her eyes. If she kept on looking at Kit, she was going to become dizzy. She raised her hand, revealing an ice cream bar. "I thought-" she began but Kit cut her off.

Kit

"Not hungry," he muttered, not even looking at Alex. "You didn't have to come. Just didn't want to keep you out of the loop. Don't know how long he'll be in there, or how long we'll be out here."

Brooklyn C.

"Can you tell me what happened before you brought him to the hospital?" she asked, turning her HC on sleeping mode.

Kit

"It was a spell, lost a lot of blood, dunno if someone else put it on him or himself, probably the latter," he mumbled.

Brooklyn C.

"When did you find him?" she asked. "How long have you been here?"

Kit

"I found him thirty minutes ago? Give or take. Fifteen minutes really. Maybe twenty. I haven't been keeping count."

Brooklyn C.

She stared at him conflicted for a few seconds, before gesturing for Alex and Zero to sit down. "Let's hope he didn't lose too much blood," she murmured. "I'm going to go talk with some people, see what I can find out. Will you be okay if I leave you here?"

Kit

He stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the question. "Not like anything will happen when you're gone," he muttered, "do what you want."

Brooklyn C.

She sighed deeply, shaking her head and walking off to the front desk to ask for someone.

Kye Hanbyeol

Zero's eyes flickered to Kit briefly before returning to the floor, thinking silently. "I'm sorry," he said after awhile.

Kit

He glanced over to Zero, his nose scrunching up as he gave his brother a look. "What for? Being the one to find him? By chance really." Not really, technically he was tipped off and kind of knew already.

Kye Hanbyeol

"No, not that," he said, standing up. "I really should've told you about Ren's suicidal thoughts, but he made me swear not to say anything. I caught him attempting it last week."

Kit

By then he was beginning to pace, his back turned to Zero, before he stopped, his back straightening. "You...knew," he said slowly, "and you did *nothing*?"

Kye Hanbyeol

He tensed, his brow creasing. "I did not do *nothing*, Kit," he said, every syllable articulate and clear. "We both did what we could. It can be argued not enough, but right now isn't the time to have regrets or point fingers." He eventually relaxed his shoulders, looking away. "I've told you to clear the air. What you want to do with that information is your choice."

Kit

"Go to hell," he muttered, "I'd rather have known before today than now. Nothing I can do with that information, that window closed," he muttered. He stopped his pacing then, rubbing the back of his head. *You were clingy before. Maybe that's what caused it. You suffocated him. You didn't help. Maybe the opposite would be better. I don't know. Are they going to hospitalise him? Would that be the best for him? Maybe. I don't know.*

Kye Hanbyeol

"Yeah we're all going to hell but at least I'm not getting there first," he snapped, Kit's anger beginning to irritate him as well. "I need some fucking air," he muttered, heading towards the door.

Alex Bellrose

"You know, it's not his fault," Alex said when Zero left, "I know you–"

Kit

"Shut up, Alex," he said slowly, turning his eyes onto the smaller girl.

Alex Bellrose

"You're just projecting your own sense of guilt, which mind you isn't true," she said before Kit could say anything else, "you don't need to take–"

Kit

"Didn't I just tell you to *shut up*," he snarled, turning his eyes onto her, "you're not helping. You never helped anything." With that he snapped his head away, running his hand over his face, though he got what he wanted. Alex didn't say another word. Not that it made him feel better.

Brooklyn C.

Brooke came back from the front desk, putting something in her back pocket before approaching Alex and Kit. "Where's Zero?" she asked, crossing her arms.

Alex Bellrose

"Out for some air," she answered, realising Kit wasn't going to answer, "what'd they say?"

Brooklyn C.

"They've stopped the bleeding and stabilized Ren's condition," she informed. "After some quick check ups, we can visit him and they say they can get him discharged as early as six PM. Kit they're going to need you later to help figure out what happened, and Ren's on a temporary magic ban."

Kit

"I won't be able to tell them much," he muttered, "except I found him in his bedroom. Is he going to be allowed back in school?"

Brooklyn C.

"Not for awhile, say they want to get a picture of his mental state and try to find the stem of the actions to prevent another domino effect before sending him back to school. Say they want him to avoid stressful environments for the time being. He'll be on medical leave, and his business will have to come to a halt for maybe a month or two unless someone can do the orders for him—but knowing him, he'll be too paranoid to let anyone else handle anything."

Kit

"And he's going to have to deal with the business stalling," he said with a shrug. "What about....the other side of business?" He looked at Brooke then, hoping she'd get what he was hinting at.

Brooklyn C.

"I feel like it'd be appropriate to ask first," she started. "But maybe we could figure something out. Anyway, when we do go there please try and be as calm as possible. The last thing Ren needs is more stress. I'm surprised his hair hasn't gone gray yet."

Kit

"I doubt I'll even say a word to him let alone be angry," he said with a shrug, "I'm getting a drink. Do you guys want anything?"

Brooklyn C.

"I have a bottle of water with me," she said, glancing at Alex. "You want anything?"

Alex Bellrose

*Coffee.* "No, thanks," she lied with a shake of her head. "I'm fi–" She stopped when she realised Kit had already started walking by the time she started talking.

Brooklyn C.

She shifted, crossing her arms. "There's something off about him. I know he's upset, but it's like he's adopted a whole other persona in the span of five seconds."

Alex Bellrose

"Can you blame him?" She asked, glancing over to Brooklyn, "and...well, he probably had this side of him. Just never got to see it until now."

Brooklyn C.

"I can't. But I'm afraid he'll take his anger out on someone else," she explained. "He just has... that aura."

Alex Bellrose

”Better it be us than Ren...or himself,” she said, adding on, “if he’s related to me and Ren, there’s a chance it’ll be himself.”

Brooklyn C.

"If he was pushed over the edge, sure but currently it's debatable. And I guess you're right. We can take the advantage here."

Alex Bellrose

"Exactly," she said before pausing, "plus, it's only been a few hours."

Brooklyn C.

"That is not a plus. This being a couple hours is not a plus," she said, crossing her arms. Around this time Zero returned, looking stoic and annoyed. "This is going to last much longer than a couple hours."

Alex Bellrose

"Sure, maybe, he could just be in shock and has no other idea how to react," she pointed out, "but, you're right, he's not going to snap back anytime soon."

Brooklyn C.

"Shit... I knew I should've been watching your family more closely," she muttered. "Traumatic kids, the lot of you. Well I'm not making the same mistake again. All of you are on hardcore surveillance right now."

Alex Bellrose

"How would that even work?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.

Brooklyn C.

"Don't ask," she said. "They should be letting us in, in a couple of minutes."

Kit

He wandered back, empty handed with his hands shoved into his jeans. He didn't look at any of them and stayed a few feet away, staring into the distance.

Alex Bellrose

"Hopefully," she said after a moment.

Brooklyn C.

Like she predicted, several minutes later a nurse walked up to them and gestured for her to follow them. Naturally, Brooke went first and Zero filed behind her as they headed into the mirror that would take them to Ren's floor.

Alex Bellrose

She hesitated going next, looking over at Kit, to see if he wanted to go next, but he jerked his head to indicate for her to go and she conceded. Moving through the mirror, she made sure to keep close to Brooke, slipping her hand into hers.

Kit

A few minutes after Alex, he walked in, his hands shoved into his pockets.

Brooklyn C.

Brooke stopped at Room 758 for a couple of seconds before knocking. The door was opened by a man in blue scrubs, a nurse, and gestured for them to come in. "He's awake," he told them. "Groggy but awake."

Alex Bellrose

She glanced at Kit again, half expecting him to just shove his way in but he didn't. She turned back to the nurse and gave him a tight lipped smile and slowly moved into the room.

Brooklyn C.

Brooke moved aside, letting the rest of them walk in and didn't move till Kit stepped in, watching the opposite wall intently.

Won Hyunseon

Ren was sitting up, his eyes swiveling around the room has his focused changed from one thing to another. He didn't register their entrances for a few seconds but when he did, he didn't say anything, just kept looking around. He was dressed in a white hospital gown, with the band around his right wrist and a bandage around his forehead. Under the gown, bandages covered his chest and his midsection.

Kit

He barely glanced at Ren as he head over to the window, looking out of it, his hands still shoved into his pockets.

Alex Bellrose

"Hey....Ren, how you feeling?" She asked after a moment of hesitation. She wouldn't be surprised if he threw a pillow at her and said get out.

Won Hyunseon

Ren didn't look at her, in fact he looked at no one but his head fell to the side. "Fine," he muttered, monotone. He sounded dead, like his body had survived but his soul had passed on.

Alex Bellrose

She glanced over to Brooklyn before back to him then to Kit. Kit hadn't moved, his back to them and didn't make any sign that he had even heard Ren's voice.

Brooklyn C.

Brooke's frown persisted and she walked past Alex, sitting on the chair by the window Kit was standing at. "What'd they tell you?"

Won Hyunseon

"They're checking me out five hours from now," he said, staring at his blankets. "I'll be on lockdown watch for a month incase any... *symptoms* persist."

Kit

"No magic," he said after a moment, his voice void, "and you'll need to cut down from your business. Either let someone else handle it or make it be under hiatus."

Won Hyunseon

"I know," he said. "And they explained the boundaries of no magic very detailedly."

Kit

"I'm sure they did," he said before hesitating, "do you think you should be discharged?"

Won Hyunseon

"Does it matter?" he said monotonously. "When I'm discharged won't change much."

Kit

"Then I guess that's that," he said before shrugging, "I guess you guys are waiting for discharge?" He looked over to Brooklyn and Alex, raising an eyebrow.

Brooklyn C.

"He gets discharged in five hours," she reminded him. "I was going to stay whether or not I was waiting."

Kit

"Same thing really," he said with a shrug before stepping back, finally looking at Ren, silent for a moment, before speaking, "why did you do it?"

Won Hyunseon

"There's no answer to that Kit," he muttered, rubbing his eye. "Easiest way to say it is I'm tired. I'm tired."

Kit

And there was really no answer to that either, he stared at Ren for a moment before look sharply away. "That doesn't mean you give up," he whispered after a moment before swiftly leaving the room, gently closing the door behind him. No matter what mood he was in, he wasn't going to be dramatic and slam it.

Brooklyn C.

Brooke watched Kit leave and sighed, pushing off against the wall. "I'm going to wait for awhile and then go talk to him, okay?" she told Alex.

Alex Bellrose

She stared at Brooke for a moment, stopping herself from just wrapping her arms around the other girl and begging her *not* to leave. "Sure, yeah, that'd be good."

Brooklyn C.

"First, let's get situated. I dunno how long you and Kit will stay but I kind of want to take a nap."

Alex Bellrose

"That's assuming Kit's still here," she said after a moment, "could be half way gone by now. Take a nap, though, I'm not leaving you anytime soon."

Brooklyn C.

"He's here. Trust me. I'd castrate him if he left."

Alex Bellrose

*So violent.* "I hope he knows that," she said with a small, maybe even affectionate, smile.

Brooklyn C.

"Kit's upset but not irrational. If he was irrational he'd be restrained in that chair right next to Ren's bed by now," she commented, monotonously and stretched, popping her shoulders. "Alright, I'm going to go talk to Kit and find a blanket now."

Alex Bellrose

She was silent for a moment before shifting in her seat. "Yeah, sure, okay, you could probably ask one of the nurses. For a blanket that is."

Brooklyn C.

"Yeah, I was thinking," she said. "Text me if anything happens while I'm gone."

Alex Bellrose

"Doubt anything will," she said before waving her hand, "now get out of here."

Kit

Maybe hanging out on the roof wasn't the best idea to go. Maybe he should have left, gone find Jinfeng or worked on the play or something. Do something productive, ignore reality along with it. Instead, he was on the roof of the hospital, sitting on the edge, his legs swinging and was fiddling with a small, wooden figurine.

Brooklyn C.

"I really wouldn't be this close to the edge," Brooke commented, sitting down next to him. After asking a couple of nurses if they'd seen where he went, they had pointed her in his general direction and here she was. "I feel like Alex would freak up here. But it'd be worse if the ground was made of water."

Kit

He was silent for a moment before shrugging limply. "I heard she's fine with heights, reckless even," he mumbled, "yes, well, I'm not you."

Brooklyn C.

"That's for safety," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'd advise not sitting there because of a risk of falling to your death—but lately everyone seems too apathetic to care about their own wellbeing."

Kit

"Or maybe it's just coming out into the open," he said with a shrug, "or maybe you wanted to believe everything was fine, so you turned a blind eye."

Brooklyn C.

"The day I start believing anything is fine is the day I abandon the lot of you," she remarked dryly, looking down at the traffic.

Kit

"They say the height is worse if you look downwards," he pointed out, "plus, the sky's prettier. No offence, but you hit me as the type that is loyal to the grave. I don't really see you abandoning anyone."

Brooklyn C.

"Yeah but it's cooler to see the traffic moving like ants on the ground," she countered, swinging her legs. "Plus I'm an Earth mage, so the likelihood of me falling to my death is small. There was no offense taken, but like everyone, my loyalty has boundaries. And surprisingly, it is not always to the grave."

Kit

*Lucky me*. "Can I ask what the boundary is? Utter betrayal?"

Brooklyn C.

"Depends on the person. If you weren't a particularly pleasant person to begin with. Yes. If not, no."

Kit

"I guess Lucia never struck a chance," he mumbled, not sure why his mind jumped to her. He never really met her but he heard rumours.

Brooklyn C.

"Lucia Wright?" she asked, for confirmation. "Oh yeah. She's a bitch. Dunno what Alex sees in her but I avoid throwing her off a cliff for Alex."

Kit

"Don't know another one," he said with a shrug, "well, thank god for Alex, right? One less death in the world."

Brooklyn C.

"I feel like Lucia would find a way to survive anyway. She seems persistent like that."

Kit

"Everyone's persistent to survive," he pointed out, "it's natural."

Brooklyn C.

"Not everyone," she said, kind of to herself. "It's instinct more than will. Survival wasn't a concern for me when I was little. It was just instinct. I was more focused on figuring out what was going on with my mom. Never found out. At least not the full story."

Kit

He was silent for a moment. He knew he should keep his mouth shut but that was before. He guessed people could help Ren better if they knew the truth. "I think my mum was executed," he said making a face, "or was sent to some labour camp and was worked to death. Or maybe she's still alive. I don't know, won't look either. I have no interest in going back to North Korea anytime soon, not even for her. But still, even if it's based on instinct, you're still persistent to do it. What are you doing here, Brooklyn? You should be with him. I don't know if it'd be a good outcome with leaving Alex with him."

Brooklyn C.

"I know who needs help right now," she said. "And don't pretend for a second I don't know you're not okay. I have nurses watching him on camera. They'll alert me if anything happens."

Kit

"How you got nurses to do that, I'll never know," he muttered, "you know, I'm fine. If I was going to do something, I would have gone to Earth or across the city to do something. I'd be an idiot to do it in the same building as you guys."

Brooklyn C.

"That's not the type of not okay I'm talking about," she said. "Besides, your whole family is problematic. I'm beginning think either you're extremely unlucky or its genetic."

Kit

"It could be genetic," he pointed out, "depression or other mental illnesses can be given down. Bipolar is a common one."

Brooklyn C.

"Whoop-de-doo, it's genetic. Now I have to watch out for your children. If any of you have any. Are any of you even interested in the opposite gender, actually?"

Kit

"I am," he said, "Ren is. We're both Bi. Um...Soongi is, I'm pretty sure. Not sure about Zero. Alex...Alex is but I guess she doesn't count considering uh....you know. You."

Brooklyn C.

"I'm not talking orientation. I mean like if you're attracted to an actual member of the opposite gender. Zero has Jude, Alex has me. I'm beginning to think Ren is demiseuxal though."

Kit

"Maybe he is," he said, "but we can't really tell that. Then again, he doesn't have too big of a love life to tell. I tried setting him up with people. Didn't work."

Brooklyn C.

"I think that's just because you're a bad matchmaker, Kit," she pointed out. "But even then, I think Ren needs someone who can counter his workaholic personality, you know? Someone to get him to stop even when he doesn't want to."

Kit

"So....you?" He asked before narrowing his eyes. "Guess I need to pair Alex up with someone else first. That would leave Alex happy."

Brooklyn C.

"No, not me. There's a difference between having a maternal persona and romantically caring for someone. And stop trying to matchmake, you're horrible at it."

Kit

He wasn't really listening to her anymore. "Alex could go with Yunseo," he mumbled, "or...oh, Luci could work."

Brooklyn C.

"Kit, seriously, stop trying to matchmake. If Alex had any self-confidence, to begin with, Yunseo would burn it till it was ashes," she countered. "And Luci... well, we don't talk about him. Anyway, like I said, there's a difference. How about you matchmake yourself first, hm?"

Kit

"Luci would work though, they both like comics," he said, scratching his jawline, "hm? Me? No, I don't need a lover. I'm fine on my own. I just need Ren."

Brooklyn C.

"Your family is extremely dysfunctional, holy shit," she muttered under her breath, facepalming.

Kit

He stared at Brooke for a moment before huffing. "You know, I don't think I really care for love. It's not that important. Family's more of a priority, I guess."

Brooklyn C.

"I don't disagree with that, but giving up on the experience of love completely before even having it? That's what I have a problem with. Also, you're not a valid matchmaker if you can't even find your own match. You're bad enough at matchmaking as it is. Leave it to the professionals."

Kit

"Oh, please, who are the professionals? Tindr?"

Brooklyn C.

"No, there are actually professional matchmakers here. They tend to be mirror prophets most of the time. Or Dreamscape users."

Kit

"You know, where's the fun in that? It's practically cheating."

Brooklyn C.

"Matchmaking is putting two people together based on how well their attributes compliment each other. That's anything but cheating, Kit. You're just salty because you suck at it."

Kit

"No, that's cheating," he said, "because then it removes the fun of finding out. It skips the most important parts of finding that one person."

Brooklyn C.

"Kit. I don't think you actually understand how matchmaking works here. And you're assuming their choices are always compatiable. That's commonly not the case."

Kit

"Maybe not," he agreed, "but it's human life to find people they aren't compatible. Makes you grow."

Brooklyn C.

"Then go find someone you dingus. Talking about how it's all about life to find people they aren't compatible with and you even find an effort to find anyone to be not compatible with," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

Kit

"But I don't want a lover," he said with a roll of his eyes, "it's not the right time anyway. But if I ever do, I want it to be natural, figure it out myself."

Brooklyn C.

"If you don't want one, stop trying to give people one they don't want either," she countered. "Besides, like I said, you're horrible at it. You don't consider any of the attributes of the people you've matched. You're like setting them up for disaster."

Kit

"We both know Ren wants it," he pointed out, "I don't think you and Ren would be a disaster. Just have to get around for the gay part, I guess."

Brooklyn C.

"You can't just get around the gay part. I'm not attracted to guys, never have been and never will be. Plus I'm a maternal figure in Ren's life. It'd just be weird."

Kit

"Fine...well, I tried Will," he continued with a hum before sighing, "why does the majority of our friends have to be related to us. I could try...Jinfeng."

Brooklyn C.

"Wait, you tried putting Ren and Will together?" she asked and practically burst into laughter. "And you thought that was a good idea? And who's Jinfeng?"

Kit

"Some guy in our dorm," he said with a shrug, "and I did, they said the date wasn't too bad, just decided they were better off as friends."

Brooklyn C.

She raised an eyebrow. "Describe his personality to me before you try anything," she said.

Kit

He shrugged. "Blunt, a bit cold...he called me boring," he said, making a face.

Brooklyn C.

"Ha," she laughed. "He called you boring. But actually, I think he'd be a better contrast for you. Someone ruthfully honest but not downright pessimistic, or lemme guess, he's pessimistic too?"

Kit

"He'd argue he's realistic but...he's just pessimistic, in my opinion anyway," he said with a shrug.

Brooklyn C.

"Kit. Compared to you everyone's pessimistic, let's be real here," she said. "Guessing you didn't make a fantastic good impression?"

Kit

"Not like he did either," he mumbled, "but he doesn't really matter."

Brooklyn C.

"That's a first. Kit not becoming friends with whoever he encounters," she snorted. "It'll be hilarious. Make it like a rom-com."

Kit

"Stop that, I wasn't the focus of this discussion. Ren was."

Brooklyn C.

"Yeah but you're a more hilarious discussion topic. Oh, oh, make it like one of those rom-coms where they start out like dreading each other but slowly come to loving their presence. That'd be great."

Kit

He rolled his eyes. "You're terrible," he retorted, "should have done that with Alex."

Brooklyn C.

"Oh please, let's be real here, that would never work with us," she snorted. "But there's still a chance for it to work with you too," she sing-songed.

Kit

"I know what you're doing. I've done it myself."

Brooklyn C.

"How does one not make match-making obvious, silly?" she said, amused. "You should throw him off. Ask him on a date."

Kit

He rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant," he retorted, "and I have to like someone first to ask them out."

Brooklyn C.

"Try applying that to your matchmaking with Ren then," she remarked, clicking her tongue.

Kit

"Do you know how many people he talks to outside of his business that doesn't count me?"

Brooklyn C.

"Do you?" she shot back. "It's not like you monitor every second of his life. You don't know what he's doing."

Kit

"We're with each other for the majority of the day," he pointed out, "it's not like you don't know what Alex is doing every other moment."

Brooklyn C.

Brooke actually did know what Alex was doing for the vast majority of her day but obviously she wasn't going to say that out loud. "But answer the question. Do you?"

Kit

"Yes. Minimal. I'm shoving people towards him in hopes he clicks with one of them," he said with a shrug.

Brooklyn C.

"Wow, I underestimated how bad you are at this," she said, looking at the ground with puffed cheeks. "Okay... How about you... actually do some research first before you just shove people towards him?"

Kit

He rolled his eyes before standing up. "Not really much point now, is there?" He asked, "Ren can do it himself now."

Brooklyn C.

She looked up, watching him carefully. "Have you ever thought to maybe ask what Ren wants?"