I'd like that. Talking about it. I know I fucked things up with you before, but.. I want to do better. I want- I'd like to be good, for both of you. And yeah, I want to spend time with both of you. I'd kinda be disappointed if I couldn't.

[He didn't really have any expectations here, just the idea of it was so much more than he'd come here asking for. He'd just wanted to see Kavinsky again, to race him and not feel like he'd lost everything, like he'd always be bleeding from this wound he couldn't talk about. He wanted to hug him, he wanted to cling to him and remember what it felt like to breathe- but he didn't want to overstep the lines when he didn't even really know what they were.

He figured he could wait until after they talked, and if he managed to not fuck things up- maybe he could hug him afterwards. Maybe he was letting himself get his hopes up, but- he'd take whatever he could get, really. Just to have them in their life.]

Is Adam coming to the party?

[He hadn't seen his shitbox when he'd headed in himself.]