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[dreamedboy]

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[dreamforger]

[Adam had classes, and Kavinsky had promised to call, but he'd been alive for a few days, long enough to be relatively sure he wasn't going to just fall over dead. Which meant going back to Henrietta and spending the afternoon tracking down his pack- not even planning to insist that they needed to follow him when Kavinsky hardly had a plan for the next week (save that it involved continuing his attempts to seduce Adam Parrish).

But after finding out that Prokopenko's been in a coma, the hospital is his first stop. Only he's not in a coma when Kavinsky gets there. Chatting with the nurses reveals an eerie parallel- that Prokopenko had woken up when K had, and belated realization curls in his chest. He hadn't thought... he'd never meant for his death to hurt anyone else.

They've kept him for observation, because it had happened once before: he'd woken up when Ronan Lynch had stopped by a month or so ago, but had slipped back into a coma not long after he left. The dreamer doesn't understand it, thinks that maybe for a while he'd been able to touch whatever part of a dreamer anchored their dreams.

But the truth is simpler: Ronan had offered Proko a sweetmetal, but with Kavinsky dead, he hadn't wanted it.

Kavinsky finally knocks on the frame of Proko's open door, shifting a little bit awkwardly, smiling at him although his eyes are a little bit misty. His voice is choked up and affected, just to see his bestfriend again-- but he tries to sound like himself, like he doesn't want to just climb into his hospital bed and wrap his arms around him. But he feels strangely self-conscious, worried that Proko might still be mad at him for everything that had happened, for not telling him how shitty his plan was.]

Hey, Sweetheart. I heard you missed me.

screams gently

[dreamedboy]

[The absolute last person he'd expected to show up was Kavinsky. Yet, what other options had there been? Prokopenko had refused a sweetmetal because life wasn't worth living without his best friend and he highly doubted anyone else had come along to slip him one. He didn't know how K was back. He didn't care. He was here and alive and that was all that mattered to Proko at the end of the day.

He tried not to look as emotional as he felt. This was impossible- not hiding his emotions but Kavinsky being back. Alright, so hiding his emotions was pretty impossible, too. Tears welled in his eyes and he furiously blinked them back, determined not to let them fall. Not yet, anyway.]

Get the fuck over here, you asshole.

[He pointed to the spot next to him on the bed. There wasn't a lot of room, but he was sure they could make it work. His tone was more emotional and fond than it was actually angry, despite the words. After he had K in his arms, maybe he'd be able to focus more, ask questions, do anything other than feeling like crying.]

sobs gently

[dreamforger]

[It makes him smile, helplessly, the way that Proko tells him to get the fuck over here, the tone emotional and fond. And he can see the tears in his eyes, even if he's doing his best not to cry, it's okay because so is Kavinsky. But he doesn't protest, doesn't want to in the slightest, and it takes him all of about a single breath until he's climbing into the hospital bed with the other boy. He doesn't even bother trying to put the rails down, he just slides over them.

He presses his body up against him, his face into Proko's shoulder as he tries to get his arms around him. He closes his eyes to try to keep from sobbing into his skin, but there are still tears that leak from his eyes. He's just overwhelmed with the weight of it all. Seeing him again, the realization that he's been in a coma since Kavinsky died- because Kavinsky died. That when he'd dreamt him back to life, he'd tied Proko's life to his own.

And it just feels fucking tragic.

But if nothing else, it ensures that Kavinsky will do everything in his power to keep himself alive. For Prokopenko's sake, if nothing else. Although in truth, he wants to live. He wants to see what he can work out with Adam, and if he can lie his way into college (maybe something not too far from Harvard) and he wants to take chances and try to make something of himself and he wants the same thing for the boy tangled in his arms as he sniffles to try and smother the tears.]

I'm sorry.

[He doesn't know what else he could possibly say.]

[dreamedboy]

[He'd never expected this. He hadn't even expected Lynch to offer him something to keep him awake. He'd barely known he was asleep and he certainly didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like no time and yet forever at the same time, in the same strange way that sleep worked sometimes.

He hadn't expected it but god he wasn't going to waste what he had now.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Kavinsky, face pressing into his hair, and Proko was crying for real now. He heaved a single sob before quieting with a shudder, swallowing back more and just letting himself cry quietly.]

I didn't know- [He managed through his tears.] I didn't realize you felt the way you did.

[Like dying, he meant. He'd known things had become tense between K and Lynch but he hadn't realized Kavinsky had been suicidal. Did it make him a bad friend? Or had there been nothing he could have done?]

You should've- I should've- I'm so sorry.