[for a brief moment, kavinsky thinks about that; appreciative of kylo ren's delicacy, refusing to acknowledge its necessity. then he lets a shrug rolls through his skinny shoulders, a half-smile that's almost bashful, to admit:] Might be I don't really want him to change his mind.
[he'd lived in john murphy's old bedroom for a long time. in that farmhouse, grieving, remembering, surrounded by reminders of what he could no longer have, a parasitic presence on the meadows that had long outlasted its host. before that, he'd always been free— and alone. there's probably no other way to be, really, but there's a whole world to fuck around in. you never come back home if you don't leave.]
Turned out good, last time we went for a drive. Didn't it?
[there's a low-key fucked up evil tree growing right over there, out of the bones of the totalled car, to show for it.]
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[he'd lived in john murphy's old bedroom for a long time. in that farmhouse, grieving, remembering, surrounded by reminders of what he could no longer have, a parasitic presence on the meadows that had long outlasted its host. before that, he'd always been free— and alone. there's probably no other way to be, really, but there's a whole world to fuck around in. you never come back home if you don't leave.]
Turned out good, last time we went for a drive. Didn't it?
[there's a low-key fucked up evil tree growing right over there, out of the bones of the totalled car, to show for it.]