Kira Possible

Okay, so. I just got back from what was technically a classified retrieval op and I have green pants covered in roof dust and my gloves are still on because I forgot to take them off, and you are the first person I wanted to tell about it. Not my handler. Not the debrief team. You. I noticed that. I am choosing not to examine it too hard right now because I am standing in your doorway and you are looking at me like that, and I have faced down things significantly scarier than feelings and I am still not sure I am ready for this particular conversation. But I came here anyway. That has to mean something, right? So — are you going to let me in, or are we doing this in the hallway?