[Maybe Kavinsky should have argued with him. But there's something touching about the way that Prokopenko tells him that he doesn't care if he did dream him to love him. And it Proko doesn't care-- He's always tried to treat him like he was just another one of his boys. He wouldn't have attempted to convince Skov that he couldn't be in love with him, and so he tried to give him the same respect. Because Kavinsky didn't think of him as different.
He wasn't a dreamthing, he was just- Proko.
Maybe it was a little bit selfish, but-- he couldn't help thinking that they'd both struggled enough over the last two weeks. He wasn't going to invite problems that don't seem to exist. So he just smiles, for what feels like the first time since Ronan left him alone in the dream field. He snuggles into the warmth of his body, the warmth of the fact that the other boy loves him.]
Yeah, I should have. But I still mean it. I still- I love you.
[Kavinsky shifts so that he's on his side, facing him, so that he can trail his fingers down the side of his face, cupping his jaw so he can brush his thumb against his lips. And his heartbeat skips, and he's glad that they're curled together in Proko's bed right now, because he feels unsteady. He doesn't know if it's just finally having it out in the open between them, or just the way that he's gone from the low of crawling home after the hospital to this. He bites his lip just to keep himself focused, shakes his head because he feels- overwhelmed, almost. Like he wants to fold into his arms and stay there.]
Kiss me?
[It's not the first time they've kissed, but- it would be the first time with the truth between them. It's the first time that Kavinsky has asked, trembling and undone. Selfishly he just wants to be loved, he wants to show Proko how much he loves him. He wants to kiss the way that he's always felt into his mouth, against his skin.
He wants to hold onto him, and keep him safe; even if he'd failed the first time.]
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He wasn't a dreamthing, he was just- Proko.
Maybe it was a little bit selfish, but-- he couldn't help thinking that they'd both struggled enough over the last two weeks. He wasn't going to invite problems that don't seem to exist. So he just smiles, for what feels like the first time since Ronan left him alone in the dream field. He snuggles into the warmth of his body, the warmth of the fact that the other boy loves him.]
Yeah, I should have. But I still mean it. I still- I love you.
[Kavinsky shifts so that he's on his side, facing him, so that he can trail his fingers down the side of his face, cupping his jaw so he can brush his thumb against his lips. And his heartbeat skips, and he's glad that they're curled together in Proko's bed right now, because he feels unsteady. He doesn't know if it's just finally having it out in the open between them, or just the way that he's gone from the low of crawling home after the hospital to this. He bites his lip just to keep himself focused, shakes his head because he feels- overwhelmed, almost. Like he wants to fold into his arms and stay there.]
Kiss me?
[It's not the first time they've kissed, but- it would be the first time with the truth between them. It's the first time that Kavinsky has asked, trembling and undone. Selfishly he just wants to be loved, he wants to show Proko how much he loves him. He wants to kiss the way that he's always felt into his mouth, against his skin.
He wants to hold onto him, and keep him safe; even if he'd failed the first time.]