[Kavinsky thought he knew what it meant, Skov and Elijah fighting. They didn't dislike each other; it wasn't about that. It was the opposite, and he'd known Skov for long enough to know that fighting with a friend was as good as making out to him sometimes. He knew by the wounds when Skov pulled his punches and when he didn't; he was careful with Elijah.
He didn't protest when Elijah joined him on the couch or climbed into his lap. Instead, he tipped his head back a little and looped his arms around the other boy's waist.]
What is it, sweetheart?
[He had trouble denying his boys anything, Elijah included. Even if he was the newest among them, he was also something other, not quite a dreamer like Kavinsky but close enough to make him protective of him. Kavinsky wanted to be there for him because no one had been there for him when he'd needed someone.
Fuck, but he was always getting in over his head with his boys, developing feelings when he told himself he wouldn't. Doing what he could to make them happy and keep them safe. He might have fought with them sometimes, but over the years they hadn't been through a single thing that their friendship couldn't survive.]
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He didn't protest when Elijah joined him on the couch or climbed into his lap. Instead, he tipped his head back a little and looped his arms around the other boy's waist.]
What is it, sweetheart?
[He had trouble denying his boys anything, Elijah included. Even if he was the newest among them, he was also something other, not quite a dreamer like Kavinsky but close enough to make him protective of him. Kavinsky wanted to be there for him because no one had been there for him when he'd needed someone.
Fuck, but he was always getting in over his head with his boys, developing feelings when he told himself he wouldn't. Doing what he could to make them happy and keep them safe. He might have fought with them sometimes, but over the years they hadn't been through a single thing that their friendship couldn't survive.]