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[likeathief]

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Kavinsky You know what to do. <

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[likeathief]

bummer i guess
good thing dreams aren't real

[occultatum]

don't be pathetic

how long do you have until your contract is up?

[likeathief]

it's up soon and fuck you

[occultatum]

are you going to resign it?

[likeathief]

why shouldn't i?

[occultatum]

is that really what you want?

[likeathief]

i don't fucking know man
why does it fucking matter to you

[occultatum]

stop thinking i don't give a shit about you

i don't bother talking to people i don't give a shit about

[likeathief]

ronan's gone

[occultatum]

shit

come stay with me a while

[likeathief]

and reggie?

[occultatum]

we have two bedrooms

[likeathief]

i don't need him giving me shit for being around

[occultatum]

I'll tell him to leave you alone

[likeathief]

does that actually work?
you know my place is empty right

[occultatum]

it can

but do you want me to come to you?

[likeathief]

i always fucking want you here dumbass
i'll break his teeth if he looks at me
your call

[occultatum]

i'll come over

[likeathief]

door's open

[occultatum]

[He comes in, then, just a little while later. He looks serious and exhausted both, now.]

Hey asshole.

[He says it and looks at him, and sighs.]

I'm here.

[likeathief]

Kavinsky is laying on the couch when Nick walks in, bottles of pills and bottles of booze on the table next to him.

"Hey. Nice to see you, too. Didn't exactly put out a spread but help yourself if you want anything."

[occultatum]

He looks around, his mouth pressing into a line. He drops a bag on the ground and walks over, looking at the pills briefly, and then the booze. "You'll have to excuse me," he says, shaking his head. "I won't indulge."

He sits down next to Kavinsky. "Sit up."

[likeathief]

"Gettin' a little bossy there, Scratch."

But Kavinsky moves, languidly pushing himself up so that he's sitting with his back against the armrest, one leg curled closer to make more room for Nick.

[occultatum]

He moves over and reaches for him, because touch can be comforting, and takes him by the arm. "I've always been too bossy for my own good," he says, but tugs him closer. "Hey."

[likeathief]

"Gotten you into trouble yet?"

Kavinsky doesn't shake off the touch but it takes him a moment before he moves closer, following the gentle pull.

"Hey. Uhm. How's shit?"