[His eyelashes flutter and he leans into the touch of his boyfriend's fingers. It was a comfort, and he couldn't help just enjoying the touch for a moment. But he smiled softly at the question, nodding in assent: yes, he was sure.]
Yeah. It's all the rest of it that I'm not sure about. But kissing him one night if he gives you the chance? Do it. Make him melt. Tell me what it was like. I mean, it'd be a lot easier for me if Swan was your dream boy, but I don't hold it against you.
[He says it with a laugh, teasing him lightly, but he quiets, lets Kavinsky try and say what he's trying to say. He doesn't want to rush him or pressure him, since he knows that saying this sort of stuff is difficult. And he does appreciate the sentiment, but then Adam can't help catching on that last part.]
It isn't a stupid thing to hinge wanting someone on.
[Adam says it a little bit more intently than he means to and he quiets a little. Just brushing his fingers against Kavinsky's chest, letting his touch rest against his heart, and he takes a few breaths.]
Ever since Persephone died... I mean, made a deal to wake up a ley line is a club with a pretty limited member list, you know? Even Persephone wasn't.. but the way she felt things was similar. And now there's no one. Just me and a ley line that some days feels like it's more than I can comprehend. And I don't--
[Adam catches his breath roughly, shaking his head a little bit awkwardly as he tries to keep from losing the point he'd been trying to make. Outside, she would have said- gently urging when his thoughts would start to spiral: or capsize. He didn't really talk about this, these feelings. They'd talked about her death before, of course. But Adam had sort of skimmed over this part of it; he didn't like admitting to it, to the loneliness, to how strange he felt sometimes, and like no one else could see.]
So uh- no, I don't think it's stupid to want to be close to someone because they're special in the same way you are. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you. I'd just be unknowable, but lost.
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Yeah. It's all the rest of it that I'm not sure about. But kissing him one night if he gives you the chance? Do it. Make him melt. Tell me what it was like. I mean, it'd be a lot easier for me if Swan was your dream boy, but I don't hold it against you.
[He says it with a laugh, teasing him lightly, but he quiets, lets Kavinsky try and say what he's trying to say. He doesn't want to rush him or pressure him, since he knows that saying this sort of stuff is difficult. And he does appreciate the sentiment, but then Adam can't help catching on that last part.]
It isn't a stupid thing to hinge wanting someone on.
[Adam says it a little bit more intently than he means to and he quiets a little. Just brushing his fingers against Kavinsky's chest, letting his touch rest against his heart, and he takes a few breaths.]
Ever since Persephone died... I mean, made a deal to wake up a ley line is a club with a pretty limited member list, you know? Even Persephone wasn't.. but the way she felt things was similar. And now there's no one. Just me and a ley line that some days feels like it's more than I can comprehend. And I don't--
[Adam catches his breath roughly, shaking his head a little bit awkwardly as he tries to keep from losing the point he'd been trying to make. Outside, she would have said- gently urging when his thoughts would start to spiral: or capsize. He didn't really talk about this, these feelings. They'd talked about her death before, of course. But Adam had sort of skimmed over this part of it; he didn't like admitting to it, to the loneliness, to how strange he felt sometimes, and like no one else could see.]
So uh- no, I don't think it's stupid to want to be close to someone because they're special in the same way you are. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you. I'd just be unknowable, but lost.