[Someone who isn't Kavinsky, who wasn't bred with that kind of resilience in mind, should tell Sam he wants too much. That he gives off this aura of a giver, and he certainly gives it out like nobody's business, but he's no saint. Not unless saints are also incessant men nearing forty with hands so warm they leave burned reminded wherever they settle. And that's not even dream Sam, the one who's free to do whatever he wants because he has no idea there are consequences to these actions. Normal Sam can be six times as bad; under the guise of a lesson, he dug a ditch in Kavinksy's mind and left a personal GPS tracker.
No wonder he ended up in his dream. No wonder he ended up kissing him and dragging his teeth along Kavinsky's tongue. What did K think was gonna happen after Sam entangled them?
He has always been adept at dangerous. When did he become weak enough to think anything would be safe?
Kavinsky's nails catch along Sam's ribs, over the cotton-knit dream shirt he wears, so it's doubtful he'll leave a mark (not that he could, not that it's real). He tries to, anyway. He's got tenacity in spades as he digs into the fabric and draws them up and up.]
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No wonder he ended up in his dream. No wonder he ended up kissing him and dragging his teeth along Kavinsky's tongue. What did K think was gonna happen after Sam entangled them?
He has always been adept at dangerous. When did he become weak enough to think anything would be safe?
Kavinsky's nails catch along Sam's ribs, over the cotton-knit dream shirt he wears, so it's doubtful he'll leave a mark (not that he could, not that it's real). He tries to, anyway. He's got tenacity in spades as he digs into the fabric and draws them up and up.]