[kavinsky thinks briefly about dreaming porn into being. he'd make a killing, he realizes. but he abruptly finds himself wary of the idea too well for uniquely personal reasons. suppose the dude-- or one of the dudes-- suddenly morphed into ronan lynch. suppose words were said. suppose he dreamed himself into it. this would be humiliating in ways that kavinsky can barely conceive of. his ego is so large that it actually blocks out detailed imagination of such private horror. for a dedicated liar, that degree of conscious and subconscious exposure is more than he can abide.
for once, he has to acknowledge a bad idea and leave it be. for once.]
I wanna make you that fucking giant-ass hat, [he announces, instead. changing the subject. if reggie's watching closely, he might observe that this is a subtle sign of discomfort, but it actually is pretty subtle. mostly because kavinsky has no attention span as it is.] See what we get. You got time now? Tomorrow?
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[kavinsky thinks briefly about dreaming porn into being. he'd make a killing, he realizes. but he abruptly finds himself wary of the idea too well for uniquely personal reasons. suppose the dude-- or one of the dudes-- suddenly morphed into ronan lynch. suppose words were said. suppose he dreamed himself into it. this would be humiliating in ways that kavinsky can barely conceive of. his ego is so large that it actually blocks out detailed imagination of such private horror. for a dedicated liar, that degree of conscious and subconscious exposure is more than he can abide.
for once, he has to acknowledge a bad idea and leave it be. for once.]
I wanna make you that fucking giant-ass hat, [he announces, instead. changing the subject. if reggie's watching closely, he might observe that this is a subtle sign of discomfort, but it actually is pretty subtle. mostly because kavinsky has no attention span as it is.] See what we get. You got time now? Tomorrow?