[ No, not all touch has to be about violence or sex - some things just are.
Sam doesn't try to qualify whatever connection he and Kavinsky have, it just is. He loves the jackass, but he'd never say it, never think it, never give what he feels that kind of weight. He's not sure Kavinsky even knows what love is, sometimes, he's not gonna shove it in his face.
Affection has been hard enough, it seems, but he still can't hold back the slow curl of warmth when Kavinsky doesn't try to push him away for the moment - not quite sunlight, closer to skin-warmth, like the beat of a heart.
He doesn't protest the smoking thing. Yeah, he has. With Kavinsky, as a matter of fact, that's not what his hesitation had been about. ]
(Yeah, it helps. Also helps me lose focus; you gonna help keep me here if I slip 'cause I can't hold on as tight anymore?)
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Sam doesn't try to qualify whatever connection he and Kavinsky have, it just is. He loves the jackass, but he'd never say it, never think it, never give what he feels that kind of weight. He's not sure Kavinsky even knows what love is, sometimes, he's not gonna shove it in his face.
Affection has been hard enough, it seems, but he still can't hold back the slow curl of warmth when Kavinsky doesn't try to push him away for the moment - not quite sunlight, closer to skin-warmth, like the beat of a heart.
He doesn't protest the smoking thing. Yeah, he has. With Kavinsky, as a matter of fact, that's not what his hesitation had been about. ]
( Yeah, it helps. Also helps me lose focus; you gonna help keep me here if I slip 'cause I can't hold on as tight anymore? )