[Elijah just trembled, a shiver running down his spine at the feeling of how Kavinsky wrapped his arms around him. His breath caught, uneven and shaky as he pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Comfort and affection- the sort that Elijah usually flinched from, but Kavinsky knew now, so that took most of the fear out of it. The dreaming was easier to talk about, though. So even as he balled his fingers in the other boy's shirt, pressing into his body, he didn't talk about it.]
You'll really help me? I've always been on my own.
[And clearly not doing great with it, if this was any indication.
He's not good at asking for help, but he's trying to be receptive. He didn't quite know how to say please, but he hoped that was close enough. He lets his other hand press low against K's spine, like a wordless affirmation, a whisper of affection he couldn't have spelled out.]
Probably. But-- fuck. I'm glad we did. That I met you.
[The words are soft, a little muffled as he says them more into Kavinsky's shoulder than to his face. He's not good at this- being vulnerable, saying that sort of stuff that was sort of helplessly affectionate. He wouldn't say he had a crush on him, exactly, it was just- how did you orbit around Kavinsky without wanting him a little? How did you find someone whose soul was the same and not want to hold onto them? Elijah didn't know how, anyway.]
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You'll really help me? I've always been on my own.
[And clearly not doing great with it, if this was any indication.
He's not good at asking for help, but he's trying to be receptive. He didn't quite know how to say please, but he hoped that was close enough. He lets his other hand press low against K's spine, like a wordless affirmation, a whisper of affection he couldn't have spelled out.]
Probably. But-- fuck. I'm glad we did. That I met you.
[The words are soft, a little muffled as he says them more into Kavinsky's shoulder than to his face. He's not good at this- being vulnerable, saying that sort of stuff that was sort of helplessly affectionate. He wouldn't say he had a crush on him, exactly, it was just- how did you orbit around Kavinsky without wanting him a little? How did you find someone whose soul was the same and not want to hold onto them? Elijah didn't know how, anyway.]