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Kavinsky You know what to do. <

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[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?"

[occultatum]

"You'd be surprised. Everyone just wants someone to tell them what to do," he says, casually, and presses his mouth to Kavinsky's cheek.

"Not as bad as you, probably."

[likeathief]

"Is that what you want?" he asks, lifting an eyebrow.

"I'm fucking fine." He was alone before he met Ronan and he can be alone after. He doesn't know how this place works but maybe Ronan's just gone back to Henrietta with Dick. Kavinsky misses feeling him in his dreams. He thinks of what Henry Cheng said to him, still not sure what to do with it. He hasn't mentioned it to anyone.

Ronan's not supposed to be the one that's gone.

"Your side of the building get hit?"

[occultatum]

"Depends on who," he admits readily, and he leans on him without any prompting. "And no," he says, and ducks his head, but doesn't say much else.

"What do you want to do?"

[likeathief]

"Wrap a car around a light post," he answers. "Set something on fire and throw glass at it until I can't move. Raze this place to the fucking ground."

None of it will accomplish anything but it doesn't matter. Everything inside him feels fit to burst and it has to get out somehow. The dragon helped, but it isn't enough. He needs to explode.

[occultatum]

"That's all very dramatic for a guy who left you," Nick says baldly, his eyebrows up. "Come on. We're going to do a spell," he tells him, getting up, reaching for Kavinsky's hand. "Ritual magic."

[likeathief]

"You should see what I'd do if you fucking left me," he answers. "What kind of ritual magic?"

He lets Nick pull him up. He's seen Nick work spells before, but somehow ritual magic seems different. Sounds different.