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“I am fond of you, you know,” Sarah Jane whispered, thumb brushing against Kate's hip. It's what she always says to placate her after an argument. Always the same argument. Kate wants more, Sarah Jane doesn't. Always the same excuses, work, age difference, it'd upset Kate's dad.
“I don't want you to be fond of me, I want you to love me,” Kate confessed, voicing cracking. “You want to be fond of something, get a dog.”
“I know. But you will get over wanting me to love you. Eventually,” Sarah Jane murmured, she's trying and failing to soothe Kate's heartbreak.