There’s a lot of things being almost married to Xavier Grey allows you to see, like the way he never takes out empty shampoo containers or misplaces every single pair of socks but, also like the way he slurs his words and is way to forward when drunk. Caitlin had been drunk once or twice in their time together, usually it happened when she was drinking pink champagne and not realizing just how much alcohol was in that until she was on her 10th flute. Xavier however was comedic drunk, something that brought a questioning smile to her face once he saw her.
“Hello to you too.” She greets with a laugh, yeah he was still extremely forward, somethings would never change. Caitlin finds a special charm in the way his drunken eyes sparkle as he calls her beautiful, like he’s never seen anything or anyone prettier than her, though Caitlin doesn’t allow herself to divulge the thought.
“I don’t know about that, Xav. I’m pretty sure the school was doing just fine before I got there.” She tease him as she assures him into her home, the tiny cove tucked into a side of Brooklyn he hadn’t known much about, or at least Caitlin had hoped when she had originally moved into here. As she locks the door behind her, Caitlin suddenly feels a little self-conscious about her place, this is the part of her he hasn’t seen after everything. The small sanctuary that protected her when her entire world had fallen apart, the apart was lined with perfectly organized pieces of herself, all either before Xavier or after.
Frames danced along her wall of her college days, her first job, her parents and childhood outings, there was one picture of Caitlin after the break-up where she’d reunited with some friends, they’d tried to get her back out there, they’d failed. Still, she felt like he might be upset, or might not like what he saw. After so long with him, everything that had been before him had wound up tucked into a storage and she’d become his, his trusted friend, his perfect wife to be, she’d willingly forgotten so much of herself for him.
She hadn’t wanted to think about herself, to be herself, all she had wanted was him. Though she now knew, her devotion had done her more harm than good once everything had happened. Seeing him in her home seemed strange, he didn’t fit and not because of the lack of effort but, because in the past Caitlin hadn’t wanted or worried about him fitting into her life. All she had worried about was fitting into his, fitting into him.
“Xavier Grey, you are drunk.” She states with a nervous laugh, her dainty hands gesture for him to sit on her couch. Caitlin moves the little take out container from the couch and places it on the table in front of said couch, not wanting him to make a mess, they both knew how the brunette felt about messes.
