[The passivity makes Kavinsky's stomach drop. He pulls away faster than he might have otherwise, because that is something he can't handle. Not when the person he's with is wide awake. What is so damn wrong with how they've been? It's been good, right? They both get something out of it. He doesn't regret anything.
As much as he wants the physical contact, Kavinsky forces himself to move. He gets off of Derek and sits on the bed again. He taps his thumb against his knee, something more subtle than bouncing his leg. He really doesn't want to have a fucking break down in front of anyone.]
You do.
[Even if Derek thinks all this shit is toxic, it means something to him.]
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As much as he wants the physical contact, Kavinsky forces himself to move. He gets off of Derek and sits on the bed again. He taps his thumb against his knee, something more subtle than bouncing his leg. He really doesn't want to have a fucking break down in front of anyone.]
You do.
[Even if Derek thinks all this shit is toxic, it means something to him.]