[Kavinsky looked the other boy over for a moment, eyes flickering over his body but surprisingly lingering on his face. Of course, it was a little hard to tell when he was wearing sunglasses himself, but, more importantly- he recognized that look. It resonated deeply within him, made him feel a little raw and aching. Not in a sexual way, but in a lonely sort of way.]

I was looking for Jiang. [He replied, glancing past Dimitri and into the room behind him.] It's not that important.

[But he thought maybe his arrival had been well-timed for other reasons.] But you look like you could use some company.

[He was vaguely acquianted with Dimitri, of course. It was hard not to be when he was Jiang's roommate and he went to Kavinsky's parties. Really, Kavinsky wished he knew him better. He seemed like an interesting sort, the kind he was prone to pulling under his wing. And right now, that look on Dimitri's face? Kavinsky thought it was more than what met the eye. He wondered if he'd looked that way himself sometimes, because he'd sure as fuck felt it.]

Is it cool if I come in?

[He didn't usually ask. He usually just went on in and made himself at home, like he owned the place. But he was, surprisingly, trying to be polite. That tended to put people in a better mood and Dimitri already looked like he wasn't feeling one hundred percent. Hot, always hot, but also- again, Kavinsky knew that look. Sometimes, he felt like it'd settled into his bones.

How did he broach the subject he wanted to bring up? Assuming Dimitri didn't tell him to get lost, of course.]