[Gansey understood, even if he wasn't quite willing to say it. People at Aglionby liked him, but none of them knew who he was. They liked the idea they had of him, they liked his last name. Kavinsky had gotten in a little bit closer than that, so that even if they weren't friends, he was still-- Gansey could be more real with him than anyone else that he could call.
So despite everything else, Kavinsky was still better than the guys from Crew, or Tad Carruthers. He was something, even if Gansey couldn't have entirely explained the feeling.
He laughs a little at the question, ducking his head slightly as he drags a hand through his hair. He nods, shrugging his shoulders a touch awkwardly as he looks him in the eyes, his hazel eyes warm and almost sweet, although he looks a little self-conscious.]
Yeah, I guess I did. It's better with you here.
[He doesn't feel alone with Kavinsky. He doesn't really think about that too hard, about the fact that at some point this disaster of a boy started orbiting around their circle. Not one of Gansey's things, but more like- he doesn't quite understand it himself, honestly. Maybe they share Ronan, or maybe he's decided he doesn't mind if K steals his things once in a while as long as he gets them back. Maybe he steals a little bit of all of them, even Gansey. His attention, his focus, his time.
When K says he plays a little, that at least gives him some form of immediate plan. So he moves over to the pool table, about to reach for one of the cues, when he looks at Kavinsky instead. There's a smile, a flash of white teeth at the way he imitates his accent, and he pauses, leans his hip against the polished wood as he pulls the triangular wood rack from the table instead.]
Really? What did you figure me for, then?
[The question feels dangerous. He knows he probably wont like the answer. They've never been particularly kind to each other, after all. Although Gansey has had to admit that part of his ire with Kavinsky was really frustration with Ronan's behavior- K just made an easier target. It was easier to convince himself that the problem was someone else coercing Ronan into bad decisions and not the choices he was making.]
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So despite everything else, Kavinsky was still better than the guys from Crew, or Tad Carruthers. He was something, even if Gansey couldn't have entirely explained the feeling.
He laughs a little at the question, ducking his head slightly as he drags a hand through his hair. He nods, shrugging his shoulders a touch awkwardly as he looks him in the eyes, his hazel eyes warm and almost sweet, although he looks a little self-conscious.]
Yeah, I guess I did. It's better with you here.
[He doesn't feel alone with Kavinsky. He doesn't really think about that too hard, about the fact that at some point this disaster of a boy started orbiting around their circle. Not one of Gansey's things, but more like- he doesn't quite understand it himself, honestly. Maybe they share Ronan, or maybe he's decided he doesn't mind if K steals his things once in a while as long as he gets them back. Maybe he steals a little bit of all of them, even Gansey. His attention, his focus, his time.
When K says he plays a little, that at least gives him some form of immediate plan. So he moves over to the pool table, about to reach for one of the cues, when he looks at Kavinsky instead. There's a smile, a flash of white teeth at the way he imitates his accent, and he pauses, leans his hip against the polished wood as he pulls the triangular wood rack from the table instead.]
Really? What did you figure me for, then?
[The question feels dangerous. He knows he probably wont like the answer. They've never been particularly kind to each other, after all. Although Gansey has had to admit that part of his ire with Kavinsky was really frustration with Ronan's behavior- K just made an easier target. It was easier to convince himself that the problem was someone else coercing Ronan into bad decisions and not the choices he was making.]