[He doesn't say it like it's an easy thing, but like he means it, a quiet sort of earnestness as he looks at the other boy like there's an always in there somewhere.
It's not like it's a hard choice for him to make, anyway. Not with Kavinsky of all people. And he really was lonely, had been always different, kept apart from most people by how he saw the world. Elijah had been the first time he'd really thought that someone might want him like that, but maybe he should have known better. The only person so far that seemed to be able to enjoy his company on a consistent basis was his younger sister, which didn't say much. But Kavinsky was- the first. When he'd still been figuring it out himself. Just once but he remembered him.
He doesn't blame him. Not for Ronan, and not for anything else. And Dimitri was mostly a dream these days, and he'd always spoken the language better than Elijah. He couldn't bring them back like a Dreamer could, but he understood how it worked, how things fit together in ways that the other boy hadn't seemed to understand until he'd started to show him. The things he brings back are the feeling of the dream itself.
He imagines its similar for Kavinsky-- although he's far better than Elijah had been when they'd met.
He can't help smiling, something that's almost suggestive, almost a tease that he doesn't actually say outloud when Kavinsky says that he always plays rough. It's the sort of banter that he enjoys, even if the mood isn't quite right. But more than that, he doesn't want to get pulled away from the question that he wants to ask.]
I can find you in your dreams, if you want me to. Do it together.
[He's learned to ask permission, even if he figures Kavinsky might be less worried about those sort of particulars than Elijah had been.]
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[He doesn't say it like it's an easy thing, but like he means it, a quiet sort of earnestness as he looks at the other boy like there's an always in there somewhere.
It's not like it's a hard choice for him to make, anyway. Not with Kavinsky of all people. And he really was lonely, had been always different, kept apart from most people by how he saw the world. Elijah had been the first time he'd really thought that someone might want him like that, but maybe he should have known better. The only person so far that seemed to be able to enjoy his company on a consistent basis was his younger sister, which didn't say much. But Kavinsky was- the first. When he'd still been figuring it out himself. Just once but he remembered him.
He doesn't blame him. Not for Ronan, and not for anything else. And Dimitri was mostly a dream these days, and he'd always spoken the language better than Elijah. He couldn't bring them back like a Dreamer could, but he understood how it worked, how things fit together in ways that the other boy hadn't seemed to understand until he'd started to show him. The things he brings back are the feeling of the dream itself.
He imagines its similar for Kavinsky-- although he's far better than Elijah had been when they'd met.
He can't help smiling, something that's almost suggestive, almost a tease that he doesn't actually say outloud when Kavinsky says that he always plays rough. It's the sort of banter that he enjoys, even if the mood isn't quite right. But more than that, he doesn't want to get pulled away from the question that he wants to ask.]
I can find you in your dreams, if you want me to. Do it together.
[He's learned to ask permission, even if he figures Kavinsky might be less worried about those sort of particulars than Elijah had been.]