Tate's - grateful, but there's also something else in his chest. Something greedy, that latches on to this moment and how good this feels. He has something to remind him of home - a physical object he didn't have before. This is... something he can't forfeit, he realizes. He wants more things, things he can't even picture yet, but Kavinsky's the only way to get it.
He kisses him back, soft at first but then a little more firm with how he presses into it. He needs to keep Kavinsky on his side, willing to do this for him. Whatever it takes. He rests their foreheads together, expression purposely tender. He needs Kavinsky to know how much he appreciates this, after all.
"Then maybe you should keep sleeping," he says quietly, stealing a second short kiss. "I'm not going anywhere, we can just stay like this. Lay back down, get comfy. And get up whenever we want. If we ever want to."
Kavinsky closes his eyes, sinking down beneath the kiss as Tate leans into him. He's not sure if this is for the picture or something else, but he's willing to take it.
"You're staying here?" It's what he wants. Tate usually dances along that line, walks it like a cat. Kavinsky usually just takes what he can get and finds the rest elsewhere but-- he misses having company all the time. A body next to him, warm and living and breathing. He wets his lips and nods a bit after the next kiss.
"Yeah, okay." He slides down, sinking into the nest of pillows and blankets. Kavinsky twists toward Tate and pulls him down, pulls him close.
Tate nods gently, agreeing to stay - he's already this comfortable, there's no sense peeling away again. He might actually fall the rest of the way asleep now. It's always been easier for him when he's near someone. Easier to see what's reality and what's not. He looks at the photo one last time before settling down, sliding it under the pillow for safe keeping.
"Wake me up if the monster under the bed crawls out or whatever," he says offhand, settling down to rest his chin against Kavinsky's shoulder. "But good night. Morning. Whatever the fuck it is; I'm tired."
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He kisses him back, soft at first but then a little more firm with how he presses into it. He needs to keep Kavinsky on his side, willing to do this for him. Whatever it takes. He rests their foreheads together, expression purposely tender. He needs Kavinsky to know how much he appreciates this, after all.
"Then maybe you should keep sleeping," he says quietly, stealing a second short kiss. "I'm not going anywhere, we can just stay like this. Lay back down, get comfy. And get up whenever we want. If we ever want to."
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"You're staying here?" It's what he wants. Tate usually dances along that line, walks it like a cat. Kavinsky usually just takes what he can get and finds the rest elsewhere but-- he misses having company all the time. A body next to him, warm and living and breathing. He wets his lips and nods a bit after the next kiss.
"Yeah, okay." He slides down, sinking into the nest of pillows and blankets. Kavinsky twists toward Tate and pulls him down, pulls him close.
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"Wake me up if the monster under the bed crawls out or whatever," he says offhand, settling down to rest his chin against Kavinsky's shoulder. "But good night. Morning. Whatever the fuck it is; I'm tired."