Kind of hoping this will turn me round [Jan 16]

The kittens were all big enough to go to their forever homes, had spent a few days under observation with the vet before he'd gotten the go ahead that they were all healthy enough to go to their new people, and so Kavinsky had been doing that most of the day, closing the studio early so that he could pick them up from the vet and go and deliver them. Some of them were going to people he only obliquely knew--friends of friends, people who had gotten his number from other people but who's faces he knew. Enough of them were going to people he knew well enough. There were only a couple that would be going to the shelter, which he'd done first.

Now, he was at his last stop. He didn't know why he was so nervous about this. But, really, he just didn't know what to say. He and Jack hadn't really talked about whatever their situation was since before New Years, and he'd been pretty quiet to texts. Kavinsky supposed that said enough. He was trying to not let it hurt in his chest. At any rate, Kavinsky was reminding himself that the kitten was for Poison. He'd picked the little thing out because half the time it had the same expression that Poison got when they were at the studio and he didn't like Kavinsky's directions.

He'd let the kitten out of the carrier for the last little bit, hooked into a harness but riding on his shoulders. He was hoping that Dee or Jack would be there; it'd be a quick exchange, and then he could get out. No weird, judgmental looks from Poison--Kavinsky didn't even know if he would prefer that right now; he was pretty sure he'd prefer judgment to what he was sure would be mild gloating to Jack roadblocking him.

He knocked and schooled his face, looking at the kitten on his shoulder. "Ready, kiddo? Time to meet the new family."