[ Oh, God. Oh God, Credence's cheeks are just as red as his ears now. Kavinsky is close, very close, and Credence forgets how to breathe for a moment. He thinks he's going to shut down before Kavinsky continues and he pours every single fiber of his being into paying attention and not running back into the church.
Even if he wanted to, he doesn't think he could. Because Kavinsky - and that's his name, that's what he's heard looking out his window like he's trapped in a tower - Kavinsky is right.
He doesn't want to. That's why he's here. That's why he went out. It's not quite blacking out like he does sometimes when things get real bad, but there's still that voice and that soft feeling if he closes his eyes. Which he does, the moment Kavinsky says baby.
This isn't real. This isn't real, but here's Kavinsky, beautiful, stunning, wonderful, dangerous Kavinsky is insisting he comes along. He's calling him baby. This is the second time, and Credence wonders if he can keep track. Maybe the words will keep him warm on bad nights. ]
I... [ Slow, now. Don't take your time, but choose your words. None come to him after a small beat, so he just nods. It's exactly what he wants, and he even tries his best to smile. ]
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Even if he wanted to, he doesn't think he could. Because Kavinsky - and that's his name, that's what he's heard looking out his window like he's trapped in a tower - Kavinsky is right.
He doesn't want to. That's why he's here. That's why he went out. It's not quite blacking out like he does sometimes when things get real bad, but there's still that voice and that soft feeling if he closes his eyes. Which he does, the moment Kavinsky says baby.
This isn't real. This isn't real, but here's Kavinsky, beautiful, stunning, wonderful, dangerous Kavinsky is insisting he comes along. He's calling him baby. This is the second time, and Credence wonders if he can keep track. Maybe the words will keep him warm on bad nights. ]
I... [ Slow, now. Don't take your time, but choose your words. None come to him after a small beat, so he just nods. It's exactly what he wants, and he even tries his best to smile. ]
I'm Credence.
[ Let's go. ]