[He rubbed at his eyes, damp with tears not because any of this was bad, but because he felt like he would burst with the feelings, with how his heart raced in his chest. With the sheer joy of it, of the boy he loved, that loved him back. Kavinsky was magic, not just because he was a Dreamer, but because he was good and he cared, and he filled Adam with so much love it felt like magic. If they were face to face, he'd wrap him in his arms, hold him just to anchor himself, but for now he just closed his eyes and let himself feel it, let the question echo in his bones.
Who would want to marry Adam Parrish? Joseph Kavinsky.
And Adam didn't question it, didn't wonder if it was real or if he meant it. He just.. tried to say it back. I'll say yes, the words that thrummed through it. That feeling that Adam wanted it too. He knew people would roll their eyes at the idea of them getting married, high schoolers who didn't know any better or something like that. But Kavinsky was all that he needed, all he wanted. He'd never believed in soulmates or love at first sight, or any of that romantic nonsense. He'd hardly believed that love was something that he got to have. But Kavinsky changed all of that: made his heart skip at the end of movies, when the boy kissed the girl -- just because he understood now what that feeling was supposed to be.]
Talking is good, but right now I just wanna see you.
[He doesn't cull his accent as much with Kavinsky, doesn't feel like the other boy will see him as something less-than because of it. And he might find a way to be okay with plane tickets, eventually, but for now it was just- small steps. He just wanted to feel like he stood on his own feet, like he gave back as much as Kavinsky gave him -- he was trying, anyway.]
Gimme ten minutes. And then I want you to hold me.
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[He rubbed at his eyes, damp with tears not because any of this was bad, but because he felt like he would burst with the feelings, with how his heart raced in his chest. With the sheer joy of it, of the boy he loved, that loved him back. Kavinsky was magic, not just because he was a Dreamer, but because he was good and he cared, and he filled Adam with so much love it felt like magic. If they were face to face, he'd wrap him in his arms, hold him just to anchor himself, but for now he just closed his eyes and let himself feel it, let the question echo in his bones.
Who would want to marry Adam Parrish? Joseph Kavinsky.
And Adam didn't question it, didn't wonder if it was real or if he meant it. He just.. tried to say it back. I'll say yes, the words that thrummed through it. That feeling that Adam wanted it too. He knew people would roll their eyes at the idea of them getting married, high schoolers who didn't know any better or something like that. But Kavinsky was all that he needed, all he wanted. He'd never believed in soulmates or love at first sight, or any of that romantic nonsense. He'd hardly believed that love was something that he got to have. But Kavinsky changed all of that: made his heart skip at the end of movies, when the boy kissed the girl -- just because he understood now what that feeling was supposed to be.]
Talking is good, but right now I just wanna see you.
[He doesn't cull his accent as much with Kavinsky, doesn't feel like the other boy will see him as something less-than because of it. And he might find a way to be okay with plane tickets, eventually, but for now it was just- small steps. He just wanted to feel like he stood on his own feet, like he gave back as much as Kavinsky gave him -- he was trying, anyway.]
Gimme ten minutes. And then I want you to hold me.