If you weren't around this place would suck even more.
[Which is honest, without being vulnerable. It's saying that K matters without saying it in words he probably wouldn't know how to explain anyway. Because they might not be close, but Kavinsky is still worth it. Worth more than being left alone. In truth something about him caught Dimitri's interest- distance had felt safer, but he's always been reckless and now it feels like there's a reason for it.
He lets Kavinsky take the joint and the lighter easily, and doesn't even comment when he pauses at the blond's answer. Instead Dimitri just considers a moment before plucking out a cigarette and tucking the case back into his pocket, banking on the fact that he'll get the lighter back eventually.
Things like empathy aren't exactly his strong suit; kind is probably at the bottom of how people might describe him. But Dimitri gives a bit more for the right sort of person. And Kavinsky is a complicated mix of abrasive and brittle he finds interesting, despite everything. So he's actually making an effort here- and that's probably why he actually tells him. Because he's one of the few people that might understand what it's like.]
I can feel dreams, even when I'm awake. I'm sort of... [His voice is soft and he hesitates. The other teen can probably tell that he doesn't say this shit often, if ever. There's a wobble to his breath, a certain sort of vulnerability in the space before he smooths it over and picks up the words again.]
Fuck. I dunno how to explain this shit. I'm one foot still in dreams even when my eyes are open. So even like this, dreams are--
[Instead, he drags his fingers against the attractive line of the Mitsubishi to make the point that he can't quite put into words. He can feel it even like this, even when he's awake. He doesn't say: yes, it sucks every bit as much as you think it does, but there's a touch of it to the tone of his voice.]
no subject
[Which is honest, without being vulnerable. It's saying that K matters without saying it in words he probably wouldn't know how to explain anyway. Because they might not be close, but Kavinsky is still worth it. Worth more than being left alone. In truth something about him caught Dimitri's interest- distance had felt safer, but he's always been reckless and now it feels like there's a reason for it.
He lets Kavinsky take the joint and the lighter easily, and doesn't even comment when he pauses at the blond's answer. Instead Dimitri just considers a moment before plucking out a cigarette and tucking the case back into his pocket, banking on the fact that he'll get the lighter back eventually.
Things like empathy aren't exactly his strong suit; kind is probably at the bottom of how people might describe him. But Dimitri gives a bit more for the right sort of person. And Kavinsky is a complicated mix of abrasive and brittle he finds interesting, despite everything. So he's actually making an effort here- and that's probably why he actually tells him. Because he's one of the few people that might understand what it's like.]
I can feel dreams, even when I'm awake. I'm sort of... [His voice is soft and he hesitates. The other teen can probably tell that he doesn't say this shit often, if ever. There's a wobble to his breath, a certain sort of vulnerability in the space before he smooths it over and picks up the words again.]
Fuck. I dunno how to explain this shit. I'm one foot still in dreams even when my eyes are open. So even like this, dreams are--
[Instead, he drags his fingers against the attractive line of the Mitsubishi to make the point that he can't quite put into words. He can feel it even like this, even when he's awake. He doesn't say: yes, it sucks every bit as much as you think it does, but there's a touch of it to the tone of his voice.]
You're too good at it to be subtle.