Yeah, I can. When it's you- I'll show you, if you want to let me in.
[He says it like it's not a big deal, a shrug of his shoulders. Like the question doesn't mean anything more than whether Kavinsky is going to let him into the Mitsubishi or leave him with his hip leaning against the body frame, watching Kavinsky through the window. But his voice is soft, and there's that bit where he trips on his words. This matters, but there's that hint that more than that, it matters that it's Kavinsky.
Dimitri understands that desire to have someone like you at your side, because it was a desire he'd had ever since he realized that he was different. That he was alone. And then he'd found a Dreamer in a dream accidentally, and he'd realized that there were others, people that might understand.
Elijah had seemed like everything he needed, but he was-- scared, angry, still fighting himself. Dimitri liked playing with fire enough to think they could work it out, but that had ended in one fucking carwreck after another.
But now he was here.
And Kavinsky-- he didn't know. Maybe it was that he sort of thought that neither of them could afford to push someone away like that again. They both wanted the same thing, didn't they? That K had already held his hand out and not flinched when he said yes.
And Dimitri wanted to show him that it could be better than Ronan. Prove to himself that the world wasn't totally fucked. That there was more than just the boy that had walked away from him, too.]
I can't bring things back. But in dreams- I can make worlds.
[Maybe it should sound like bragging, but instead it's almost tentative, more of a confession. A truth that says how painful reality can be.]
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[He says it like it's not a big deal, a shrug of his shoulders. Like the question doesn't mean anything more than whether Kavinsky is going to let him into the Mitsubishi or leave him with his hip leaning against the body frame, watching Kavinsky through the window. But his voice is soft, and there's that bit where he trips on his words. This matters, but there's that hint that more than that, it matters that it's Kavinsky.
Dimitri understands that desire to have someone like you at your side, because it was a desire he'd had ever since he realized that he was different. That he was alone. And then he'd found a Dreamer in a dream accidentally, and he'd realized that there were others, people that might understand.
Elijah had seemed like everything he needed, but he was-- scared, angry, still fighting himself. Dimitri liked playing with fire enough to think they could work it out, but that had ended in one fucking carwreck after another.
But now he was here.
And Kavinsky-- he didn't know. Maybe it was that he sort of thought that neither of them could afford to push someone away like that again. They both wanted the same thing, didn't they? That K had already held his hand out and not flinched when he said yes.
And Dimitri wanted to show him that it could be better than Ronan. Prove to himself that the world wasn't totally fucked. That there was more than just the boy that had walked away from him, too.]
I can't bring things back. But in dreams- I can make worlds.
[Maybe it should sound like bragging, but instead it's almost tentative, more of a confession. A truth that says how painful reality can be.]