Kitty couldn’t help but roll her eyes every so slightly at Kebira’s reply. She could understand liking to keep to yourself. In fact, Kitty was quite fond of privacy and keeping things to herself but within a team like the X-Men, you have to be open with each other to a certain extent.
With a small - almost forlorn - sigh, Kitty looked Kebira directly in the eyes because nothing confirmed how strongly you meant something than eye contact. “That may be so but I meant it when I called you a friend. I’m asking because I care and worry about you and…”
If there was one thing she hated, it was eye contact. There was a level of intimacy that Kebira couldn't stand that came with locking eyes so she typically avoided it. Once it was initiated, she was always the first to break and this was especially true now.
As quickly as Kitty's hazel eyes met her blue, they shifted and settled in the corners, not focused on anything in particular. She didn't need to set focus on anything, as long as she just wasn't locking eyes with Kitty, that's all that matter. "I don't know what you want me to say," She began after a moments hesitation. "I say I'm fine but nobody believes me. I keep to myself and stop acting like a cunt to people and everyone chases after me like they want me to be a bitch. So what is it? Do you want me to cry? Be upset? Do you want me to slit my fuckin' wrists?" Her words were harsh and defensive but her tone didn't match, instead it was hallow, as it had been for over a month now. Hell... it'd been more than a month since that "party". Nobody seemed to expect her to be fine but Kebira continued to insist she was. She didn't need their pity.
"I'm fine and I'm behaving. I thought people would be fuckin' grateful for that."
