Kass:“Blankets?” Kat: “Bed.” Kass: “No linen closet? . . .” Kat: “The fuck do I look like? Martha Stewart?” Kass: “ You still sleep with every blanket you own?” Kat: “You still sleep with every wet blanket you meet?” Kass: “Fuck you Kat.” Kat: “Fuck you Kass.” The two siblings stared at each other for a long moment before cracking a shared smirk. Sure he was useless at being comforting in your typical sense — but at least he made a decent distraction.















