[but kurt does the apology even count if you are using your sexual wiles to get it?
does it?
kavinsky's pupils have swelled up big enough to contain universes of stars, sparkly like anime as he looks into the blue boy's face. how often has he wanted someone to look at him this way? how often has it happened? no less than it has ever ended, he's sure.]
I'm sorry, [he says. not fast, not slow. clearly, shaping syllables into the air that kurt can feel on the skin of his lips, each consonant cut from teeth and tongue.]
no subject
does it?
kavinsky's pupils have swelled up big enough to contain universes of stars, sparkly like anime as he looks into the blue boy's face. how often has he wanted someone to look at him this way? how often has it happened? no less than it has ever ended, he's sure.]
I'm sorry, [he says. not fast, not slow. clearly, shaping syllables into the air that kurt can feel on the skin of his lips, each consonant cut from teeth and tongue.]