[The 4th of July had been a rough night. Kavinsky wasn't sure who it was worse on; himself or Skov. He'd been rougher on Skov than he deserved considering he'd saved Kavinsky's life, but maybe K hadn't wanted to be saved. He'd only started to quiet down when the nameless boy had approached. Things had been less rough after that, somehow. The worst part had been when Kavinsky went to look for him to talk to him, he was nowhere around. All he'd been left with was the flask--he held onto it for the moment when he'd see the boy again.
Kavinsky withdrew into himself for days after the 4th, wallowing in his misery, only coaxed out of it by his boys. They weren't always gentle with their coaxing, but it worked out in the end. Eventually, he started to feel like himself again, enough where he felt like throwing another party. He tried to tell himself he didn't care if he ever spoke to Lynch again, but that was a lie. Kavinsky had almost died because of him, or maybe it was K's fault and not Lynch's. It was a lot easier to blame someone else instead of himself for a change, though. It lifted a little of the weight off his shoulders.
He still wasn't quite one-hundred-percent when his substance party rolled around, but getting high helped. Anything that kicked him out of his head even a little made dealing with shit easier. He still wore his sunglasses even though it was night, but that didn't stop him from thinking he recognized someone. He could have been wrong, but he hadn't stopped thinking about the contents of the abandoned flask since that night. It wasn't normal, and he'd consumed enough dreams to know one when he encountered it. He was grasping at straws, hoping to not be let down again because he didn't think he'd be able to handle it-
Sliding down off the hood of his car, he made his way over to the boy at the nearly burned-out fire. The closer he got, the more certain he was that he was right. His pulse picked up a little, and he took a deep breath when he stopped a few feet from the other boy, exhaling on a sigh.]
I don't think I got your name before.
[He knew he hadn't, but he didn't want to frame it in an accusatory way for a change. He was rough around the edges, sure, but he also remembered how this boy had fled after helping. Kavinsky didn't want him to feel like he had to run again before he got some answers.]
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Kavinsky withdrew into himself for days after the 4th, wallowing in his misery, only coaxed out of it by his boys. They weren't always gentle with their coaxing, but it worked out in the end. Eventually, he started to feel like himself again, enough where he felt like throwing another party. He tried to tell himself he didn't care if he ever spoke to Lynch again, but that was a lie. Kavinsky had almost died because of him, or maybe it was K's fault and not Lynch's. It was a lot easier to blame someone else instead of himself for a change, though. It lifted a little of the weight off his shoulders.
He still wasn't quite one-hundred-percent when his substance party rolled around, but getting high helped. Anything that kicked him out of his head even a little made dealing with shit easier. He still wore his sunglasses even though it was night, but that didn't stop him from thinking he recognized someone. He could have been wrong, but he hadn't stopped thinking about the contents of the abandoned flask since that night. It wasn't normal, and he'd consumed enough dreams to know one when he encountered it. He was grasping at straws, hoping to not be let down again because he didn't think he'd be able to handle it-
Sliding down off the hood of his car, he made his way over to the boy at the nearly burned-out fire. The closer he got, the more certain he was that he was right. His pulse picked up a little, and he took a deep breath when he stopped a few feet from the other boy, exhaling on a sigh.]
I don't think I got your name before.
[He knew he hadn't, but he didn't want to frame it in an accusatory way for a change. He was rough around the edges, sure, but he also remembered how this boy had fled after helping. Kavinsky didn't want him to feel like he had to run again before he got some answers.]