"Lobotomy might do it. Or it might just fuck up everything more." He doesn't know how that'd work, if he'd just lose his ability to dream or if suddenly he wouldn't be able to control it at all. Or care. Kavinsky sighs and presses his mouth to Tate's neck again, just kind of staying like that.
Was there anyone that could help?
"Adam, maybe," he says after a long moment. "Nick. Not sure if their help is what I want, though."
"Last thing you need is to owe more shit to Adam," Tate mutters - still perhaps a bit prickly over the last thing that went down with that regard. Adam's got magic and talent, sure, but he was pretty fine keeping Kavinsky under his thumb. He doesn't know about Nick, really.
"I can keep my ear to the ground, see if there are other options."
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Was there anyone that could help?
"Adam, maybe," he says after a long moment. "Nick. Not sure if their help is what I want, though."
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"I can keep my ear to the ground, see if there are other options."