the silence is ringing [4/21]

[mitsubishievo]

In the aftermath of poor decisions, Kavinsky was trying to be better. He didn't really know what better looked like. At the moment, it looked like the studio and his house, his husband and the cats, and giving two of the people that meant the most in the world to him the space they deserved to deal with what he had done.

Peter was a nebulous concept to him at this point. He didn't know what to do about that whole situation, and so he wasn't thinking about it. But after the botched attempt at reaching out to Jack, he'd been giving everything the space and quiet that it needed.

He couldn't fix this by trying. All he had to give right now was his patience, and since he'd been in Darrow, that patience had become infinite.

So, he worked. He spent time with Newt in the last planning stages of their party to celebrate their marriage. He went to church on Sundays, but it felt raw and unreal.

And, today, he was meeting with Jack. Kavinsky didn't think he'd been this anxious about seeing him for months. But there it was: fingers jittering with his keys, knee bouncing sporadically as he waited for him. Part of him thought that maybe Jack would blow him off, decide he wasn't worth it. Kavinsky would understand. He felt, largely, the same way.

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[rockabillyboy]

"Fuck it," says Jack, scrubbing both hands over his face. He lifts his head. "Do you have anywhere to be. Could we just...go and see a movie or something?"

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky fished out his phone, an automatic. Newt had told him to hang out with Jack and Peter, to still be friends, but that was different from it actually happening. That was different from being alone with either of them. So he just wanted to check in and make sure it was still okay.

"I mean, no plans," he said, sending off the text. "I don't even know what's showing."

[rockabillyboy]

"I don't even care," says Jack, pulling out his own phone to text Newt and check in. "I just want to do something with you that's easy. Something friends do. I want that back."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky nodded and got up. He reached a hand for Jack. Jack wouldn't need help off the bench, but it was a comfort for touch; Kavinsky relished touch, now that he allowed himself, and there was no reason he couldn't help Jack to his feet and bump shoulders with him and be companionable.

He looked up if there was anything interesting showing in theaters. Like Jack said, it didn't matter, but it would help to pick one before they got to the theater.

"Newt and I are having our reception party in May," he said softly. "I told Dee and Poison, but like. I dunno if you wanna be there, but I'd like you there, if you wanna. So. Ball's in your court, man."

[rockabillyboy]

Jack takes Kavinsky's hand, ignoring the soft shiver that goes through him at the touch of skin on skin. He hesitates, for just a second, before he nods.

"Yeah," he says. "I'll be there." Whatever else is happening between them, he figures that he can do that, at least.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky nodded. When Jack was on his feet, Kavinsky didn't let his touch linger too long. He tucked his hands into his pockets and started walking. He was pretty sure the ache was the worst because they'd just gotten back to fooling around, and now it was gone.

He pushed the thought away. No sense in dwelling.

"Looks like there's a bunch of things in the theaters," he said casually. "So we'll have our pick."

[rockabillyboy]

"Sounds good to me," says Jack, nodding, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He honestly doesn't care what they see, just as long as they're doing it together, just as long as they can start to pull themselves back in the direction of being friends again. "I'll even let you pick."