[Kavinsky isn't close enough for Sam to hear him laugh. He transmits mirth over the mental link in its place. For Kavinsky, it's sincere, but the edge of his amusement is always serrated.]
(Yeah, okay. Got it. Lucky for you, I don't charge by the hour for my buds. Glad you found a way to get how hard you are for me out of your system.)
[Another surge of Kavinsky's newly formed good mood twangs the bond between them and leaves it vibrating.]
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( Yeah, okay. Got it. Lucky for you, I don't charge by the hour for my buds. Glad you found a way to get how hard you are for me out of your system. )
[Another surge of Kavinsky's newly formed good mood twangs the bond between them and leaves it vibrating.]