I'm fucking, [kavinsky snaps, his voice low, irritable,] I'm-- fucking. [fucking. conflict knots in his stomach, grinds his molars together, makes him hesitant to finish the sentence. it's not that he's afraid to look sentimental... well. it's not just that he's unwilling to look sentimental.

he actually doesn't know, exactly.] Taking a walk, [he finishes, lamely. it's not exactly inaccurate. maybe 'taking a run' would've been more accurate. but he shakes his head, dismissing nico's line of questioning is irrelevant. steps forward instead, coming up near the barrier. peering through, hesitating before he manages to touch the eerie shimmer of the surface. he doesn't know what happens to electrocuted or laser-struck vampires, but he's willing to bet that it isn't good.]

You gotten wounded or anything? [he asks, gruffly. his hollow eyes dart back and fix on nico's face, his pupils blooming wide to accommodate the darkness.] Tried to ask people, but all these Primus fuckers get you guys mixed up pretty easy. Guess there ain't a lot of stock in giving a shit about the details.

[it's a really great situation. not. he stops, his nose a half-inch from the forcefield, studying nico's face.]