[Deliberately not taking that bait, he smiles in a way that suggests he knows precisely where Derek was digging and what for. He then studies his face, weight still leaned back against Derek so he can stare at him from this close up. He can see every little feature, from the stubble on his jaw to the way the light hits his eyes from the moon filtering down from up above. God, it's quiet up here.]
Can you do me a favor?
[Kavinsky would always get annoyed if he didn't continue with it right away, so he does:]
Can you do that thing to my hair again. Like before?
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[Deliberately not taking that bait, he smiles in a way that suggests he knows precisely where Derek was digging and what for. He then studies his face, weight still leaned back against Derek so he can stare at him from this close up. He can see every little feature, from the stubble on his jaw to the way the light hits his eyes from the moon filtering down from up above. God, it's quiet up here.]
Can you do me a favor?
[Kavinsky would always get annoyed if he didn't continue with it right away, so he does:]
Can you do that thing to my hair again. Like before?