[there are like five, six points in that speech where kavinsky's lip starts to curl into a sneer, where his eyes start to move in the pits of his skull. where he's about to roll his eyes or laugh or push her, or defuse the subject with some bawdy humor, a backhanded insult that verges on cruel, like the earliest versions of him used to be. but then she keeps saying words, and
some of it is about her, but she doesn't make it about her. and some of it is about him, but it is neither pushing nor prying on his linkin park noise and chaos. he sets his jaw. his bottom lip doesn't wobble or anything so obvious, but it's a nearer thing than he'd like to say. maybe it's because she's a girl. he's always harder around boys, even the ones he was infatuated with— there was a competition right up until the moment one of them opened their legs, and even then. with her, the affectation of family and everything else. it sidesteps his male ego and gets him in the heart.
he opens his mouth, then closes it again, looking at nowhere in particular. looking at nothing. certainly not looking at her. and he always has something to say to everyone, but this time, he just tips over on the couch. sets his head on her lap.]
she's so pure I almost started crying in the middle of my cafe!!
some of it is about her, but she doesn't make it about her. and some of it is about him, but it is neither pushing nor prying on his linkin park noise and chaos. he sets his jaw. his bottom lip doesn't wobble or anything so obvious, but it's a nearer thing than he'd like to say. maybe it's because she's a girl. he's always harder around boys, even the ones he was infatuated with— there was a competition right up until the moment one of them opened their legs, and even then. with her, the affectation of family and everything else. it sidesteps his male ego and gets him in the heart.
he opens his mouth, then closes it again, looking at nowhere in particular. looking at nothing. certainly not looking at her. and he always has something to say to everyone, but this time, he just tips over on the couch. sets his head on her lap.]