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"what are you like sober?" gabe whispers when kevin's worn himself out.
kevin doesn't even blink. "don't remember," he says, perfectly audible but quiet. the air conditioning rattles and hums in the corner.
gabe watches dust filter through the light peeking past the curtains, the light so thick it looked like you could touch it. it's falling on all the accumulated shit in kevin's bedroom, clothes and soda cans and tin foil and rubber bands (gabe better get rid of those before they give kevin ideas). "i wanna know," he mumbles, running a hand down kevin's chest tenderly. kevin can't run away from him now.
kevin's silent for a long time.
"i don't," he whispers finally. gabe kisses his cheek and kevin closes his eyes.
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"how much of your writing is about me?" gabe asks.
kevin shifts and his cuffs jingle. "fuck off," he mutters bitterly. gabe kisses his cheek and kevin can't do a damn thing about it, but his face gets red. gabe does its again. "i said fuck off," kevin mutters again, but it's less bitter. gabe loves his eyes, even when they're squinted in fury, and his mouth, even when it's pursed and flat.
(weeks later, when then cd comes out, gabe finds an advance copy shoved under his door with a note that reads "all of it" on a post-it on top.)
kevin doesn't even blink. "don't remember," he says, perfectly audible but quiet. the air conditioning rattles and hums in the corner.
gabe watches dust filter through the light peeking past the curtains, the light so thick it looked like you could touch it. it's falling on all the accumulated shit in kevin's bedroom, clothes and soda cans and tin foil and rubber bands (gabe better get rid of those before they give kevin ideas). "i wanna know," he mumbles, running a hand down kevin's chest tenderly. kevin can't run away from him now.
kevin's silent for a long time.
"i don't," he whispers finally. gabe kisses his cheek and kevin closes his eyes.
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"how much of your writing is about me?" gabe asks.
kevin shifts and his cuffs jingle. "fuck off," he mutters bitterly. gabe kisses his cheek and kevin can't do a damn thing about it, but his face gets red. gabe does its again. "i said fuck off," kevin mutters again, but it's less bitter. gabe loves his eyes, even when they're squinted in fury, and his mouth, even when it's pursed and flat.
(weeks later, when then cd comes out, gabe finds an advance copy shoved under his door with a note that reads "all of it" on a post-it on top.)