And perhaps he was sick to death of BEING Knight Industries, and maybe, just maybe, he wanted to just be KITT again. Or even just Kitt. And do what he knew how to do, without feeling like he was letting anyone down because he couldn't be anything else.
He sighed, one hand on the shoulder of the suit he was about to take out of the closet. It wasn't like he didn't know she was there, but he didn't have to look at her. So he didn't. Standing there, not moving, he simply asked, "What?"
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Date: 2009-02-22 07:26 pm (UTC)He sighed, one hand on the shoulder of the suit he was about to take out of the closet. It wasn't like he didn't know she was there, but he didn't have to look at her. So he didn't. Standing there, not moving, he simply asked, "What?"