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Kit didn’t want anything to do with the Shadowhunters. He made that much clear when Julian tried taking food into his room and came out with soup spilled all over his shirt and one slice of the grilled cheese. The rest of his family, anxiously crowded around the hallway to see if he would come out, had to suppress smiles and groans as Julian shouldered his way back to the kitchen, muttering about needing to get stains out of the shirt. Ty had lingered when everyone else had left, staring quietly at the door for several minutes. His hands tightened and loosened on his headphones while he stared, eyebrows furrowing in thought before he was interrupted by the sound of the door clicking open.
“I know you’ve been out there,” Kit grumbled, peeking out of the small gap in the frame. Ty looked alarmed, flushing in embarrassment at having been caught staring- albeit only at the door. His hands finally tightened on his headphones, eyes focusing on the door a bit off from where Kit’s face was positioned and wondering if anyone had brought him any kind of change of clothes yet. “Do you Shadowhunters not trust me enough to leave me alone for more than five minutes?” Kit asked. Ty shifted on his feet, glancing to his face for a moment before looking at the door again.
“It’s not that...I was wondering if you had any different clothes to change into?” Ty asked, looking worried. Kit frowned, looking down at himself and back to Ty.
“No, I didn’t really have time to ask the demons to stop atta-” Quip on the edge of his tongue, Kit stopped before he could say more, the image of his father being torn apart playing in his mind when he even thought about the attack on his house. Ty noticed, at least, and widened his eyes.
“I’m sorry- was that a bad thing to ask? Uh- I- I can just get you a spare change from my room. They should fit you…” He trailed off, looking focused again as he looked Kit up and down. “Yeah, they should. I can make them baggy if you want.” Ty offered. Kit barely heard him. He nodded, distracted by his thoughts.
“...Yeah, that- that would work. Baggy, I mean...Thanks…” Kit trailed off awkwardly, realizing he had no clue what his name was. Yikes.
“Tiberius. Tiberius Blackthorn, but...my family and everyone just call me Ty. You can too.” He sounded almost shy, and Kit felt a surge of fondness for him. That...wasn’t expected. Kit nodded awkwardly, opening the door a bit more.
“Kit Rook. Don’t call me Christopher- that’s not my name.” His words were blunt, tone unfriendly, and Ty winced at his words. It definitely wouldn’t be easy to get him to trust him more- offerings of clothing aside.
“Of course, Kit. I’ll be back. Do you want anything else?” Ty asked, already moving his headphones to cover his ears. Kit thought for a moment, looking back into the room.
“A book would be good. Who knows how long I’m going to need to keep myself in here before those guys give up.” Kit watched as Ty’s eyes lit up, a smile easily crossing his face as he nodded, turning for his room.
“Yeah, I have one. I think you’ll like it- I’ll be back, Kit!” Ty went off down the hall and Kit lingered for a few moments before he shut the door, leaning his back against the frame. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit more...at ease about this.
“Maybe a few of those Shadowhunters aren't so bad,” Kit mumbled to himself, mind still on Tiberius and his earnest want to make friends. It was...nice. Yes; maybe there were a few good Shadowhunters out there.