[Adam helps him to his feet, but he doesn't focus on it, doesn't talk about it. It was enough that the other boy was willing to allow it; he wasn't going to press, to make him acknowledge that he'd needed it. He was just trying to help, as much as Kavinsky would allow him to.
He nods when he says that he's better, and that's- he knows it can be hard to admit that you weren't, so he doesn't take it for granted. If anything, K's walls seemed even harder than his own. But maybe it was a little different, being together here, being in his dreams.]
I'm glad.
[He knew he'd seen something that he shouldn't have, and he does what he'd have wanted- he grants Kavinsky the luxury of pretending that maybe he hadn't. He tries to keep from forcing him to acknowledge his trauma, even if he'd be willing to hold it. Adam just gives him his care, his empathy-- He might have slowly realized that the boy was human, that he had fears; he has the sort of nightmares that Adam understands so deeply it makes his heart ache. But that doesn't make him pitiable.]
You are pretty enough. But no, I didn't know it was you- no damsel alarm. It's just because I'm so close here. I'm simplifying things, but I'm connected to the ley line and you touch it when you dream. If I was in St. Agnes I'd be too far to hear you clearly, but like this I could tell that something was wrong. And I couldn't just let that happen.
[He teases him a little, even if it comes out almost like flirtation and Adam is the one that flushes. It was supposed to be an attempt to give him some sort of normalcy as he tries to explain all of this in a way that's simple enough for the moment. Make it feel a bit less like Adam had just stepped into his nightmares uninvited, and more like the night that had proceeded it.
Admittedly, he doesn't talk about Ronan, doesn't say the word Dreamer. But Adam has always been more circumspect about these things than either Ronan or Gansey. More scared of the consequences, of who else might be interested in these things. Even before it had been revealed that there were people that employed hitmen. But he was still willing to trust Kavinsky with his own secrets, at least.]
I'm not like you. But I can make it quieter for you.
[Adam wasn't a King.
He couldn't tell the dream what form to take and bring it back in his hands. But he could affect the tone, the way the energy flowed- he thought he could keep Kavinsky's nightmares away, at least. He's been practicing with Persephone, but it's not like Ronan was a willing volunteer. They'd stumbled into each other once, strangely. A quiet moment as Adam and Persephone had gone around fixing the breaks in the ley line. The places that hadn't been cared for in so long.
And standing on one of the points on the ley line, he could see into Ronan's dream, and Ronan had seen him where he stood- like bending the line between reality and dreams. Scrying when he was inside his own skin. Strange, but not something Ronan had been interested in trying to replicate. So he hasn't really done a lot of this specifically with dreams before. But Adam's always been a sharp student.]
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He nods when he says that he's better, and that's- he knows it can be hard to admit that you weren't, so he doesn't take it for granted. If anything, K's walls seemed even harder than his own. But maybe it was a little different, being together here, being in his dreams.]
I'm glad.
[He knew he'd seen something that he shouldn't have, and he does what he'd have wanted- he grants Kavinsky the luxury of pretending that maybe he hadn't. He tries to keep from forcing him to acknowledge his trauma, even if he'd be willing to hold it. Adam just gives him his care, his empathy-- He might have slowly realized that the boy was human, that he had fears; he has the sort of nightmares that Adam understands so deeply it makes his heart ache. But that doesn't make him pitiable.]
You are pretty enough. But no, I didn't know it was you- no damsel alarm. It's just because I'm so close here. I'm simplifying things, but I'm connected to the ley line and you touch it when you dream. If I was in St. Agnes I'd be too far to hear you clearly, but like this I could tell that something was wrong. And I couldn't just let that happen.
[He teases him a little, even if it comes out almost like flirtation and Adam is the one that flushes. It was supposed to be an attempt to give him some sort of normalcy as he tries to explain all of this in a way that's simple enough for the moment. Make it feel a bit less like Adam had just stepped into his nightmares uninvited, and more like the night that had proceeded it.
Admittedly, he doesn't talk about Ronan, doesn't say the word Dreamer. But Adam has always been more circumspect about these things than either Ronan or Gansey. More scared of the consequences, of who else might be interested in these things. Even before it had been revealed that there were people that employed hitmen. But he was still willing to trust Kavinsky with his own secrets, at least.]
I'm not like you. But I can make it quieter for you.
[Adam wasn't a King.
He couldn't tell the dream what form to take and bring it back in his hands. But he could affect the tone, the way the energy flowed- he thought he could keep Kavinsky's nightmares away, at least. He's been practicing with Persephone, but it's not like Ronan was a willing volunteer. They'd stumbled into each other once, strangely. A quiet moment as Adam and Persephone had gone around fixing the breaks in the ley line. The places that hadn't been cared for in so long.
And standing on one of the points on the ley line, he could see into Ronan's dream, and Ronan had seen him where he stood- like bending the line between reality and dreams. Scrying when he was inside his own skin. Strange, but not something Ronan had been interested in trying to replicate. So he hasn't really done a lot of this specifically with dreams before. But Adam's always been a sharp student.]