"As much as anyone," Kitty murmured not wanting to discuss it if Petey needed her. Instead, she shifted and fit herself neatly into his lap.

"If there are not words, then you could draw pictures," she offered sweetly, but her fingers rubbed against the top of his hand. Hard to remember that she'd been mad at her Piotr for not loving her the way she loved him. This already felt like the way things had always been. "Or you could try a little bit at a time. I'd rather help you if I can, since me having a broken heart is hardly news in any world."