[ It doesn't calm Sam down. The frothing goodwill cannot be contained, Kavinsky. ]
Do whatever bad shit you want, man, that's not what I care about.
[ But Kavinsky's decided already, Sam has a feeling - Sam is one of those well meaning adults, stuck on the straight and narrow and who doesn't understand anything, who just sees a kid acting out and wants to scold him and tell him to do better.
As if Kavinsky wasn't already doing the best he knew how, as if that wasn't the problem in the first place. That this is the best he knows how, and no one ever gave enough of a shit to try to figure out why, to try to get through him in a way that didn't involve lecturing or talking down to him. He can damn near feel it, humming across their connection.
Sam slides the hand he's got on Kavinsky's cheek up, tangling it in his hair and tugging, just a little. Just enough to angle his head so Sam can rest his forehead against Kavinsky's, close his eyes and breathe out nice and slow through his nose. Before he pulls away he presses a kiss to the corner of Kavinsky's mouth, quick and barely there. Then he powers down the jets a little, starting back down towards the ground. ]
You don't gotta be a good boy. Just remember when you're fighting your demons that you don't gotta do it alone, all right? That's what I want you to think about.
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Do whatever bad shit you want, man, that's not what I care about.
[ But Kavinsky's decided already, Sam has a feeling - Sam is one of those well meaning adults, stuck on the straight and narrow and who doesn't understand anything, who just sees a kid acting out and wants to scold him and tell him to do better.
As if Kavinsky wasn't already doing the best he knew how, as if that wasn't the problem in the first place. That this is the best he knows how, and no one ever gave enough of a shit to try to figure out why, to try to get through him in a way that didn't involve lecturing or talking down to him. He can damn near feel it, humming across their connection.
Sam slides the hand he's got on Kavinsky's cheek up, tangling it in his hair and tugging, just a little. Just enough to angle his head so Sam can rest his forehead against Kavinsky's, close his eyes and breathe out nice and slow through his nose. Before he pulls away he presses a kiss to the corner of Kavinsky's mouth, quick and barely there. Then he powers down the jets a little, starting back down towards the ground. ]
You don't gotta be a good boy. Just remember when you're fighting your demons that you don't gotta do it alone, all right? That's what I want you to think about.