The tension eases in his shoulders when Adam sits back. Kavinsky grabs a pillow on the way so he can stuff it behind his back, propping himself up. He lolls his head to look at Adam when he gives that particular warning. He's almost disappointed: a fight can be great foreplay.
"Noted."
He wonders if that has anything to do with the stories he heard flying around Aglionby or if it's a line Adam's chosen. He thinks, briefly, of the demise of Kavinsky Sr and all that led up to it.
"A change of clothes," Adam mumbles, shutting his eyes. He'd been filthy before they even got to the apartment, thanks to their tussling at the party.
Curling around Kavinsky, Adam drapes an arm across his belly and holds on in a loose embrace. He feels awful. He doesn't want to be here. But at least it's July 5 and Kavinsky's still alive. That makes one successful accomplishment.
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"Noted."
He wonders if that has anything to do with the stories he heard flying around Aglionby or if it's a line Adam's chosen. He thinks, briefly, of the demise of Kavinsky Sr and all that led up to it.
"You want anything while I'm out, Parrish?"
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Curling around Kavinsky, Adam drapes an arm across his belly and holds on in a loose embrace. He feels awful. He doesn't want to be here. But at least it's July 5 and Kavinsky's still alive. That makes one successful accomplishment.