[Which he means honestly, even if his tone is just a touch teasing. Dimitri is still a shitty teenage boy and he doesn't know how to care about someone else's comfort without making it at least a little bit of a joke. But he knew that dreams weren't always pleasant, knew that nightmares didn't always follow the rules, so he wasn't going to push. Especially after the mess the other boy had been through with Ronan.
But then Kavinsky is stepping out of the car, and Dimitri manages to get out of the way of the car door- but only just barely. He grins sharply, but then he was pushing him up against the side of the car as he reached for the door to the backseat and the smooth assurance fractured, betrays his longing for a moment. He couldn't help it, not with the proximity, the way that they're almost chest to chest, and he leans into it just a touch. It's just a moment where his eyes linger on the way his collarbone shows under the collar of his shirt, on his mouth- then he gets his shit together and he smirks when Kavinsky tells him to get in.
Under normal circumstances he would probably have made a sly comment about the backseat of K's car. But since he'd just flustered and was pretty sure Kavinsky had caught it, Dimitri was pretty sure it would be at his own expense. So he just slides into the backseat without a snarky comment to say about it.
He's been trying to pretend he had better reasons for trying to catch him than jealousy. Which he did. But it didn't mean that he wasn't.]
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[Which he means honestly, even if his tone is just a touch teasing. Dimitri is still a shitty teenage boy and he doesn't know how to care about someone else's comfort without making it at least a little bit of a joke. But he knew that dreams weren't always pleasant, knew that nightmares didn't always follow the rules, so he wasn't going to push. Especially after the mess the other boy had been through with Ronan.
But then Kavinsky is stepping out of the car, and Dimitri manages to get out of the way of the car door- but only just barely. He grins sharply, but then he was pushing him up against the side of the car as he reached for the door to the backseat and the smooth assurance fractured, betrays his longing for a moment. He couldn't help it, not with the proximity, the way that they're almost chest to chest, and he leans into it just a touch. It's just a moment where his eyes linger on the way his collarbone shows under the collar of his shirt, on his mouth- then he gets his shit together and he smirks when Kavinsky tells him to get in.
Under normal circumstances he would probably have made a sly comment about the backseat of K's car. But since he'd just flustered and was pretty sure Kavinsky had caught it, Dimitri was pretty sure it would be at his own expense. So he just slides into the backseat without a snarky comment to say about it.
He's been trying to pretend he had better reasons for trying to catch him than jealousy. Which he did. But it didn't mean that he wasn't.]