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[He smiled and it was a little watery around the edges, a little obviously emotional. Leaning over, he bumped his shoulder against Dimitri's, friendly, understanding. He was sorry the other boy knew what it was like, how hard it could be to decide you wanted to live after everything went up in flames. He was a little grateful for it too, at the same time. That probably made him selfish or some kind of asshole, but what else was new?]

So, what're you living for? What stirs your heart?

[It was probably a deeply personal question, but he wouldn't be Kavinsky if he didn't ask those sorts of questions.]

It's alright to tell me to fuck off, too.