A/N: Don't own anything. Also, this was originally written as the sequel to Unexpected Visitor, but I kind of prefer it on its own.

The two friends sat in Kit's cramped apartment, happy about the party they'd thrown even though they would have to clean up at some point.

"So," Kit turned to face Nita. "Want something to drink?"

"Sure."

He stood and went over to the kitchen, pulling a bottle and two glasses out of some cabinets. When he returned Nita's eyes widened. "Jeez Kit, I thought you meant a coke or something."

"Hey, we're both overage! There's a reason I didn't bring it out while any one else was still here." He skillfully poured a measure of the amber liquid into each glass. "It's Scotch. Pop bought it for my last birthday." The clinked glasses and Nita downed her glass. "Damn. Got some practice in that?" Kit's voice was partly impressed, partly accusatory, and mostly smug. Nita hated how that smugness made her blush.

"A little, I guess."

"Come on, I'm sure you go out to the city sometimes. You can tell me!" Kit refilled their glasses. "Go out with some cute guy maybe? How's Ronan?" Nita blushed even deeper.

"You been spying on me or something?" She had gone out with a few guys, and had even popped over to Ireland on more than one occasion. That was not the sort of thing she felt like admitting to while curled up on Kit's couch, the whiskey warming her insides. She didn't drink much, usually sticking to a beer or two even when she did go out.

"Nope, just a lucky guess I guess."

"Hey, you know me. I still like a quiet night reading more than pretty much anything else." Nita looked up from her empty glass to see Kit staring at her intently.

"Neets, why did you come? Why now?"

Nita swallowed, hard. "I missed you. I didn't think I could go another day without seeing you," she said in the Speech, showing him how serious she was. She switched back to English. "It was a whim, I guess."

Kit refilled their glasses and grinned. "I'm glad you're here. Really, really glad."

The night wore on, and they drank and talked and reminisced and shared stories, old and new. Eventually they ended up under the blanket his mama had made, talking softly with their faces ever so close to one another. With a lot of help from the alcohol, Nita worked up the courage to ask: "Does it bother you?"

"Does what bother me?"

"That I went out with other guys. Out with Ronan."

Kit looked away. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"That's avoiding the question."

Kit looked up into her eyes, and saw them burning with an unusual intensity.

"Yeah, I guess. It bugs me that you're out with guys who don't deserve you."

"And what kind of guy does deserve me?"

Kit was also a little drunk, or he'd never have been able to say what he said next.

"I deserve you." Even through her fog, Nita knew that was something Kit wouldn't usually say. She sat up, pushing the blanket off.

"Maybe I should stay at somewhere else, instead of your couch." Kit grabbed her hand.

"Nita, it's all out there now. Look, I love you. I've loved you since I was fourteen but that was the year with your mom and everything and I just couldn't- I didn't want to put something else on your plate. I'm totally going to regret this tomorrow but please Nita, please stay." He'd stood during his speech, and he towered over little Nita but had real fear in his eyes. He held her gaze but chewed his lip nervously. Nita stood up on her tippy toes and whispered into his ear.

"Beat you."

Kit was bewildered. "What?"

"For me it started during the Song." Nita threw her arms around Kit's neck and pushed her lips against his. His arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted her slightly off the ground.

"So, you still set on the couch?" Nita laughed and allowed kit to pull her across the living room and into his bedroom.