"Well, it is," she mumbles indignantly, heaving a long suffering sigh that doesn't match the ghost of a smile on her face at the comment he makes with regard to her peeing herself. Of course that part's funny to him. Of course it is.
When Dean suggests they go out to the car, Kara glances back in the direction of Sam's bed. Dean's probably right. The longer they try to talk in here, the more likely they are to wake him and Kara does not want to be present for that particular argument. It isn't like the two of them manage to get much sleep anyway, not in their line of work. Kara doesn't, either, usually. Usually, being the key word. She can't protect National City when she's all over the country with Dean, but that's fine. Mon-El wants to be a hero so bad, let him be the hero for a while. See how well he does without her.
Her stomach knots and she gets to her feet again, following Dean toward the door and tries to keep at bay the discomfort that comes from the sudden direct thought of Mon-El. Once they've gotten outside, Kara takes a deep breath in through her nose, letting it out slowly out of her mouth. She does not need Mon-El to have the life she wants, it just might take a little bit longer, that's all. She's fine. She's fine. "Keep it up, I'll carry you around like that," she quips as she slides into the passenger seat of the car, leaning heavily back against the seat before closing the door behind herself.
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When Dean suggests they go out to the car, Kara glances back in the direction of Sam's bed. Dean's probably right. The longer they try to talk in here, the more likely they are to wake him and Kara does not want to be present for that particular argument. It isn't like the two of them manage to get much sleep anyway, not in their line of work. Kara doesn't, either, usually. Usually, being the key word. She can't protect National City when she's all over the country with Dean, but that's fine. Mon-El wants to be a hero so bad, let him be the hero for a while. See how well he does without her.
Her stomach knots and she gets to her feet again, following Dean toward the door and tries to keep at bay the discomfort that comes from the sudden direct thought of Mon-El. Once they've gotten outside, Kara takes a deep breath in through her nose, letting it out slowly out of her mouth. She does not need Mon-El to have the life she wants, it just might take a little bit longer, that's all. She's fine. She's fine. "Keep it up, I'll carry you around like that," she quips as she slides into the passenger seat of the car, leaning heavily back against the seat before closing the door behind herself.