Fuck no. I was waiting for you to figure it out but you were taking too long.
[And sometimes, Kavinsky wasn't good with patience. He was dead though, what did he have to worry about when it came to time? Lynch was the one getting older, not him. Lynch was the one ever in danger of shuffling off the mortal coil. K didn't want him to though- he might have been angry and bitter and upset but he still didn't want to see Lynch dead. Despite having been used. Despite having killed himself because of the other dreamer- sure, he was pissed about those things, but there was a certain peace in being a ghost, too.
He didn't have to worry about the next time he was going to get high or what he was doing with his future or the newest insult people would sling his way. He didn't have to worry about anything anymore except getting what he wanted.]
Have you dreamt about me?
[There was something almost endearing about it if it was true, something that was almost enough to temper Kavinsky's bitterness.]
Before or after I died?
[He wanted to kiss Ronan, he really did. But he wanted to hurt him, too. But- he was torn, conflicted. Once upon a time, there hadn't been anything he'd wanted more than to curl up next to Ronan and rest his head on his chest and- but that had been before. There wasn't a world that would let him be with Ronan the way he wanted to, not anymore.]
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[And sometimes, Kavinsky wasn't good with patience. He was dead though, what did he have to worry about when it came to time? Lynch was the one getting older, not him. Lynch was the one ever in danger of shuffling off the mortal coil. K didn't want him to though- he might have been angry and bitter and upset but he still didn't want to see Lynch dead. Despite having been used. Despite having killed himself because of the other dreamer- sure, he was pissed about those things, but there was a certain peace in being a ghost, too.
He didn't have to worry about the next time he was going to get high or what he was doing with his future or the newest insult people would sling his way. He didn't have to worry about anything anymore except getting what he wanted.]
Have you dreamt about me?
[There was something almost endearing about it if it was true, something that was almost enough to temper Kavinsky's bitterness.]
Before or after I died?
[He wanted to kiss Ronan, he really did. But he wanted to hurt him, too. But- he was torn, conflicted. Once upon a time, there hadn't been anything he'd wanted more than to curl up next to Ronan and rest his head on his chest and- but that had been before. There wasn't a world that would let him be with Ronan the way he wanted to, not anymore.]