No. [That's easy, then.] Nothing like that. The kid I met first, he's--
[Kavinsky. A verb as much as a noun. Touching a thumb to a crust of battery acid, but thinking of Kavinsky feels strangely good, too, and despite himself Sirius directs a glance back toward where he's just come from.]
--Nothing happened. [Lame conclusion. Then again, he looks strung out enough that it might do for an answer; if nothing else, Giorno will understand the intensity of connection. They're one and the same in that, at least. He chances a glance back.] What's it feel like? Accidentally?
[Or not. Giorno's only claiming the accidental, but allows for the deliberate. That's got to mean that it's happened. They don't make rules against things before they've happened.]
no subject
[Kavinsky. A verb as much as a noun. Touching a thumb to a crust of battery acid, but thinking of Kavinsky feels strangely good, too, and despite himself Sirius directs a glance back toward where he's just come from.]
--Nothing happened. [Lame conclusion. Then again, he looks strung out enough that it might do for an answer; if nothing else, Giorno will understand the intensity of connection. They're one and the same in that, at least. He chances a glance back.] What's it feel like? Accidentally?
[Or not. Giorno's only claiming the accidental, but allows for the deliberate. That's got to mean that it's happened. They don't make rules against things before they've happened.]