Short comfort fic for Heist Society between Kat and Hale. Spoilers! Takes place at the end Chapter Twenty-Nine. T for safety.

"I didn't choose it, Kat. I choose you," Hale's voice floated to her. When Kat turned around he wasn't looking at her anymore.

"Hale…" she started softly, walking towards him, reaching for him. She rested her head against his back and tried to continue, "I…" She couldn't finish though, and the tears she had been holding in finally started to fall.

Hale turned and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as her tears fell, "Talk to me, Kitty Kat...Please."

"What if I'm wrong? What if the paintings aren't there?" Kat told him, revealing the fears that had been eating at her for a while. She sobbed into Hale's shoulder as he picked her up bridal-style; it didn't even register to her until they were half-way to her room on the third floor.

"You're right Kat," Hale told her confidently as he laid her in her bed, lying down next to her and stroking her cheek softly. He smiled at her, "You are you after all."

Kat laughed lightly, "How can you have such confidence in me?" She looked at him doubtfully as he pushed some of her hair from her face.

Hale smirked, "Because I know you, better then you apparently know yourself." Kate blushed as his fingers began tracing her lips, "I know everything about you."

"Hale." She warned as his hand drifted southward, she blushed as it trailing along the neckline of her shirt. With her focus on his hand she never saw his lips until they were against hers. She melted in the kiss and when he broke away from her she was breathless.

"Never doubt yourself, Kat," Hale whispered in her ear after he got up from the bed. She sat up as he left, and when he reached the door he turned once to smirk and say, "I never do."

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