[Adam has been friends with Ronan Lynch for too long for the way that he lashes out a little to really even be notable. Kavinsky was a sharp boy just like Ronan was, just like Skov and Swan and Jiang and Proko, each in their own ways. Adam was too, of course. It was probably why he fit in here, with them, why he was closer with Ronan than Gansey these days.
He shrugs his shoulders, and he wars with himself between helping Kavinsky to his feet and pretending like he doesn't need it. He compromises, holding a hand out- something he can take if he wants, or ignore it if it's too much. But Adam had never really had someone to offer him kindness. Gansey offered him pity, always tried to save him when Adam had wanted to save himself, when really what he'd wanted was just someone to be there, that they cared for him anyway, that he'd be okay.
He might not have caught the specifics, but he'd caught the anger and the fear and the helplessness. And that was enough.]
Yeah, I'm real. I could feel- something felt wrong. Are you okay?
[He rather expects to get laughed at for the attempt, but he asks anyway. Because even if Kavinsky can't bring himself to acknowledge it outloud, he wants him to know that Adam cares about the answer. He wont blame him if it's too much like vulnerability. He'd known that K's mother was a bitch, which was something that Adam empathized with, but regarding his father he really just knew the rumors.
His answer about whether he's real is maybe an over-simplification, but he figures it's the part that K is really asking for -- they can talk about the details later.]
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He shrugs his shoulders, and he wars with himself between helping Kavinsky to his feet and pretending like he doesn't need it. He compromises, holding a hand out- something he can take if he wants, or ignore it if it's too much. But Adam had never really had someone to offer him kindness. Gansey offered him pity, always tried to save him when Adam had wanted to save himself, when really what he'd wanted was just someone to be there, that they cared for him anyway, that he'd be okay.
He might not have caught the specifics, but he'd caught the anger and the fear and the helplessness. And that was enough.]
Yeah, I'm real. I could feel- something felt wrong. Are you okay?
[He rather expects to get laughed at for the attempt, but he asks anyway. Because even if Kavinsky can't bring himself to acknowledge it outloud, he wants him to know that Adam cares about the answer. He wont blame him if it's too much like vulnerability. He'd known that K's mother was a bitch, which was something that Adam empathized with, but regarding his father he really just knew the rumors.
His answer about whether he's real is maybe an over-simplification, but he figures it's the part that K is really asking for -- they can talk about the details later.]