Chapter 117

“So...you have a place in Seattle?”

Nathan could kill Jim for attempting small talk. He preferred the previous several hours of awkward silence.

Schuester had put on a pot of coffee, Nathan and Jim both managing to function on pure will alone as they waited into the night. The four of them along with Kitty were seated in the living room.

Shiarra had become somewhat more courteous, at least to Schuester, who she had heard Sasha talk of fondly for much longer than Nathan or Jim. She also seemed especially softened when speaking to Kitty, referring to her as ‘dear girl’ every time she spoke to her.