[so there's the obvious part of kavinsky that knows the next thing to do. what makes sense, what would be profoundly reassuring.
he knows what he should do is ask for a kiss. it'd give him back a few man points. it'd put the power back in his hands, and if kurt refused, he could sneer at him for having lied about what he really wants or dismiss him as a prude; if kurt accepted, then-- well, who doesn't fucking like making out? he looks at kurt. still squinty, still model-face.] Okay. Cool.
We'll hang out, [he says, jutting his chin suddenly. he tries to smile and it kind of works, a shadow of uncertainty behind his heavy-lidded eyes, still. no shield of cocaine to protect him from the possibility of embarrassment, or being out of his depth.] You got stuff you like to do? What do you put on your blue alien Grindr profile?
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he knows what he should do is ask for a kiss. it'd give him back a few man points. it'd put the power back in his hands, and if kurt refused, he could sneer at him for having lied about what he really wants or dismiss him as a prude; if kurt accepted, then-- well, who doesn't fucking like making out? he looks at kurt. still squinty, still model-face.] Okay. Cool.
We'll hang out, [he says, jutting his chin suddenly. he tries to smile and it kind of works, a shadow of uncertainty behind his heavy-lidded eyes, still. no shield of cocaine to protect him from the possibility of embarrassment, or being out of his depth.] You got stuff you like to do? What do you put on your blue alien Grindr profile?