[the hand on kavinsky's wrist is so unexpected that he almost flinches again. he would've flinched worse. he was always the sort of boy who could take a punch much sooner than he could accept a hug, and the tenderness of the little blue hand on his arm is
different. he's enjoyed affection similar to it before, fortunately, but it's been awhile. and he's been unmedicated for much of that while. he manages to stop himself jolting, looking at the other boy, surprise flickering over his gaunt-cheeked face. he tries to think of something smart to say. he can't think of anything smart to say.
so he just says:] Yeah? [like an idiot, and he doesn't like feeling like an idiot, so he squints hard at the mutant boy, trying to look sort of model-face about it, at least, the way that his twinky poofy-lipped little face does best.] No shit?
screams and dies and screams and dies and screams and dies
different. he's enjoyed affection similar to it before, fortunately, but it's been awhile. and he's been unmedicated for much of that while. he manages to stop himself jolting, looking at the other boy, surprise flickering over his gaunt-cheeked face. he tries to think of something smart to say. he can't think of anything smart to say.
so he just says:] Yeah? [like an idiot, and he doesn't like feeling like an idiot, so he squints hard at the mutant boy, trying to look sort of model-face about it, at least, the way that his twinky poofy-lipped little face does best.] No shit?