[God he's so fucking tired. Kavinsky covers his face for a second, lets himself close his eyes. And he just fucking stays like that for a few seconds, trying to focus on the places Derek is touching him. He doesn't want to deal with any of this. And he's pretty sure Derek has no idea how much he fucks him up every time he comes around.
He drops his hands so he can look at Derek again.]
Are any of us?
[Yeah, he's sure there are people who are thrilled with their lives. Good for them. Kavinsky doesn't regret killing his father. That was terrifying and cathartic. But, he doesn't want to wallow in that memory, either. He wants to be in oblivion. He wants to be in a place where he feels like he has control.
He knows it's probably not going to go anywhere, but he slides his hands along Derek's jaw and kisses him.]
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He drops his hands so he can look at Derek again.]
Are any of us?
[Yeah, he's sure there are people who are thrilled with their lives. Good for them. Kavinsky doesn't regret killing his father. That was terrifying and cathartic. But, he doesn't want to wallow in that memory, either. He wants to be in oblivion. He wants to be in a place where he feels like he has control.
He knows it's probably not going to go anywhere, but he slides his hands along Derek's jaw and kisses him.]