[somewhere in the toxic pit of his soul, kavinsky recognizes that this is a big fucking deal. it's a big fucking deal that vex is saying this, instead of trying to pull him back in, make believe like it would've been right by him, or them. like they could fuck and date and never mind the combusting mess of kavinsky's soul, and wait, and wait, and wait indefinitely for vex to decide if he felt the same. that that would be good enough, for more than the months that had already hurt him.
that kavinsky could handle it. and what are the chances, really? as violent as his temper is, as injured as he's been by all the other relationships that he never managed to claim as such. at least this time, he's broken up with his boyfriend. at least this time, he can say he's in love.
at least this time, his lover can look him in the eye and say he isn't. wasn't going to be just yet. at least this time, there aren't lies, punches, kidnapped little brothers. some sad fucking comfort.]
What did you hope for?
[it's by some herculean effort, that he asks a question about vex-- that has nothing to do with himself.]
no subject
that kavinsky could handle it. and what are the chances, really? as violent as his temper is, as injured as he's been by all the other relationships that he never managed to claim as such. at least this time, he's broken up with his boyfriend. at least this time, he can say he's in love.
at least this time, his lover can look him in the eye and say he isn't. wasn't going to be just yet. at least this time, there aren't lies, punches, kidnapped little brothers. some sad fucking comfort.]
What did you hope for?
[it's by some herculean effort, that he asks a question about vex-- that has nothing to do with himself.]