"I'm sitting here wondering why I like her," Kieran said quietly, looking out over the grounds. "She could have had Brian kick my ass to the curb, but it seems she has actually stood up for me. Nobody's done that...well, lets just say..its been a long time." He wanted to say it had been since his mother died. Almost 25 years ago.
"She's messing with my head," Kieran said softly. "First, I think she's some harlot he brought with him for company. Then I find out its little Khaaty. The last I saw her, she was about knee high, in little pink shorts, some little printed top, and pink flowered flipflops, with her hair in pigtails and freckles across her nose. She certainly has become a gorgeous woman. Truly, if I had to admit it, she's probably one of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Its hard to imagine that she came from Robert. If it werent' that she has that trademark Lupin chestnut colored hair, then I might not believe it. Its hard to see what she sees in my brother, but then again, I'm no prize either. Not really. I get my share of beautiful women, but they're not like her.
"But I..I don't know. The night Robert was shot, I saw her, in the wee hours of the morning, sitting on the floor beside his bed. She had fallen asleep, and I could see the fatigue on her face--and the worry and the blame and all the rest of it. And she was shivering in her sleep. I...I couldn't help myself. All I did was put a blanket around her, and it woke her up. And, well, all we did was talk. Its the first time anybody's been nice to me. Its hard to give out niceness and civility when not a single sole gives you anything back but hostility, no matter how hard you do try. I'm not saying I'm a decent person. Lord knows I'm not. But--to see the next generation of Quinns? And that she trusts me? It means a lot, but its alos scary as hell. Why the hell should she trust me whatsoever?" He sighed and took another lazy drag off his cigarette.