[ I missed you spills out over their connection without Sam saying a thing, easy and honest.
He likes Kavinsky. The kid's a messed up little shit, maybe, but he's Sam's messed up little shit. Sam kind of hopes there might be a day where he's a little less messed up.
He figures Kavinsky will always be a little shit, of course, but Sam likes that about him.
His mind slips a little more against Kavinsky's, like fingers playing through fire too quick to get burned, sparks flickering and tugged by the wind. ]
(My broodmate's in a coma. Means things are a little more unstable right now.)
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He likes Kavinsky. The kid's a messed up little shit, maybe, but he's Sam's messed up little shit. Sam kind of hopes there might be a day where he's a little less messed up.
He figures Kavinsky will always be a little shit, of course, but Sam likes that about him.
His mind slips a little more against Kavinsky's, like fingers playing through fire too quick to get burned, sparks flickering and tugged by the wind. ]
( My broodmate's in a coma. Means things are a little more unstable right now. )