[It's late on the evening following this unfortunate incident
when Veidt finally lets himself back into his apartment. He's been out for a few hours after school, taking care of a few necessities, and he doesn't expect to sleep for hours yet. There's too much that needs to be done.
Merytamun pads towards him, her normal mew of greeting tinged with a faintly disapproving tone at his late return, but he only bends to give her a scritch on the head before heading in the direction of his office. But as he passes through the living room, and the city lights shine in from the darkened windows, the events of the afternoon hit him with new clarity, and his knees almost buckle with the realization that this- the world he's made for himself, no matter how small- might come to an end, and all because of his own folly.
He's not sure how much longer it is when the world ceases to become a blur and he can sense something besides his own panicked breathing and the rush of blood in his ears, but there's a plaintive sound, and the sensation of something tickling his temple where he's landed facedown on the couch. It's his cat, once again, crouched beside him and making faint sounds of distress at her favorite human's behavior, and when he begins to stir, she cuddles close to him and actually starts licking his face.
Veidt may publicly lament his cat's remarkably doglike nature and lack of proper feline dignity, but at this moment, he wouldn't trade her for any other creature on the planet, and so he rolls over, cuddling her close to his chest (her meeps of dismay changing to contented purring).
He'll get up, soon, and keep working, but for now, the world is calm again.]