Join the fucking club, Kavinsky ought to say. Everyone else has moved on past Sirius Black, there and gone in the span of a wink, but K hasn't forgotten waking up someone that instantly knew him without swathes of bullshit pockmarking the landscape between them.
Sam's broodmate is gone. Poor baby.
But Kavinsky halts his thoughts before they do more than pluck at the threads that tie them together. More of that Sam's Club influence; he doesn't want to make Wingman feel worse.
What a concept.]
(I know how to fix that.)
[They kissed. In the dream. They kissed. Does Sam know? Kavinsky locks that thought under iron plating no matter how many times it bangs against the door, sneering out the ugly truth of it.]
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Join the fucking club, Kavinsky ought to say. Everyone else has moved on past Sirius Black, there and gone in the span of a wink, but K hasn't forgotten waking up someone that instantly knew him without swathes of bullshit pockmarking the landscape between them.
Sam's broodmate is gone. Poor baby.
But Kavinsky halts his thoughts before they do more than pluck at the threads that tie them together. More of that Sam's Club influence; he doesn't want to make Wingman feel worse.
What a concept.]
( I know how to fix that. )
[They kissed. In the dream. They kissed. Does Sam know? Kavinsky locks that thought under iron plating no matter how many times it bangs against the door, sneering out the ugly truth of it.]