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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"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."