[Oh. He saw how Dimitri reacted when he had him pressed up against the car. It was the kind of thing that made Kavinsky want to kiss him. He couldn't say he didn't usually kiss people he barely knew because he usually did, but... This probably had more to do with being lonely and recently rejected than anything else. Though Dimitri was easy on the eyes and he'd just told Kavinsky he could enter his dreams. He was just desperate not to be alone, to have someone he could really connect with.
After Dimitri was in the backseat, Kavinsky slid in with him, crowding against him a little, bumping his knee against the other boy's because he still had no concept of personal space. He left the door hanging open for now, slouching down and leaning his head back.]
So how do we do this? If I wanted to let you into my dreams?
[He hadn't shared a dreamspace with anyone before, and he was too relaxed and broken right now to get upset over admitting he didn't know something about dreaming. He imagined it was probably as easy as going to sleep and seeing what happened, but for a surprising change he figured it was better to ask first.]
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After Dimitri was in the backseat, Kavinsky slid in with him, crowding against him a little, bumping his knee against the other boy's because he still had no concept of personal space. He left the door hanging open for now, slouching down and leaning his head back.]
So how do we do this? If I wanted to let you into my dreams?
[He hadn't shared a dreamspace with anyone before, and he was too relaxed and broken right now to get upset over admitting he didn't know something about dreaming. He imagined it was probably as easy as going to sleep and seeing what happened, but for a surprising change he figured it was better to ask first.]