[ Literally it is, then. There are so many things that Sam wants to show him - mostly something soft, something gentle, because honestly he ain't sure Kavinsky's ever had much of that. But he's equally sure that those aren't something that Kavinsky'll accept right now, that they're something Sam's gonna have to ease him into.
So instead he steps up into Kavinsky's personal space, snapping his wings open at the same time as he yanks Kavinsky into his arms and launches off the ground.
He'd taken Kavinsky flying once before, but then he'd had to take it easy, stay low to the ground or risk getting caught by the people of Concordia. Now he flies so fast it's a blur, up and up and up until the Station's ceiling over the gardens is coming up so quick it seems damn near impossible for them to turn in time. But Sam's reflexes are even faster than they were back home, when he could all but outfly fighter jets, and he veers off to send them spiraling into a tight barrel roll before he pulls up, hovering high in the air.
Then he hauls Kavinsky up a little so he can adjust his grip on him, one arm wrapping around his waist and his other hand coming up to cup his cheek, touch gentle. ]
Why do you wanna know death so bad that you gotta flirt with him at every opportunity?
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So instead he steps up into Kavinsky's personal space, snapping his wings open at the same time as he yanks Kavinsky into his arms and launches off the ground.
He'd taken Kavinsky flying once before, but then he'd had to take it easy, stay low to the ground or risk getting caught by the people of Concordia. Now he flies so fast it's a blur, up and up and up until the Station's ceiling over the gardens is coming up so quick it seems damn near impossible for them to turn in time. But Sam's reflexes are even faster than they were back home, when he could all but outfly fighter jets, and he veers off to send them spiraling into a tight barrel roll before he pulls up, hovering high in the air.
Then he hauls Kavinsky up a little so he can adjust his grip on him, one arm wrapping around his waist and his other hand coming up to cup his cheek, touch gentle. ]
Why do you wanna know death so bad that you gotta flirt with him at every opportunity?