[Gods, Kravitz launches into worth and giving and he feels another surge of emotion in his throat, another messy, messy thing he can't and won't admit to having. This whole thing has been like that. Too many feelings, too much strife. And he can't say love, not yet, but there's another word he wants to try on his lips instead, somewhere private like they are.]
Mm, kind of a tricky thing, really. Tends to be whatever the hell I feel like doing.
[He takes an extra breath, which suddenly makes him nervous he's building up to something with this. Maybe he just needs to. Maybe everything he does has to be dramatic as hell for it to be worth it.]
But uh, tonight I think I'm feelin' some stuff with my boyfriend.
[There. Gods, he said it, and the permanence settles into his joints, a feeling almost akin to breathing in that calcified air in cycle 65, freezing himself in Kravitz' arms.
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Date: 2017-10-19 01:50 pm (UTC)Mm, kind of a tricky thing, really. Tends to be whatever the hell I feel like doing.
[He takes an extra breath, which suddenly makes him nervous he's building up to something with this. Maybe he just needs to. Maybe everything he does has to be dramatic as hell for it to be worth it.]
But uh, tonight I think I'm feelin' some stuff with my boyfriend.
[There. Gods, he said it, and the permanence settles into his joints, a feeling almost akin to breathing in that calcified air in cycle 65, freezing himself in Kravitz' arms.
Better than last time, at least.]