O, daĭ mi lyubovta [for Jack]

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky gave himself a week. He gave himself a week of distance and focusing on other things, and he was going to get over this stupid infatuation. The knowledge that Jack liked someone else was almost settling, really. It helped to keep the onus of his behavior on himself. Jack was a good kid, and he deserved to have some comfort, and if that meant he explored himself a little bit, then more power to him.

And, well, Kavinsky knew that rough sort of liking someone and being unsure how they felt. At least Poison seemed a relatively safe sort to have a crush on, as far as first queer crashes went. Kavinsky couldn't blame Jack for that, at least.

So, he gave it a week. A week, and then he'd be over this stupid infatuation.

God, he hoped so.

He texted Jack in anticipation of harassing him at his apartment--deliberately not thinking about Chelsea Cloisters, his history with the building, with people who had lived here once, with things he had done here--a simple im coming over and u cant stop me approximately five minutes before he arrived at Jack's door and knocked, sharp and succinct.

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[mitsubishievo]

"Middle way sounds like it ought to be balanced, ya know? How's giving up earthly possessions and people and whatever balanced. I dunno. I don't get that shit." Kavinsky rubbed his forehead a little bit. "But I've got a fuckin' messed relationship with religion--or belief, or whatever. You do you. If it's working out for you, more power."

[rockabillyboy]

"It's supposed to be a struggle," reasons Jack,with a shrug of one shoulder. "If it was always easy, there'd be no point in doing it. It's about...balance. In all things."

[mitsubishievo]

"Life's shitty enough without telling yourself you're doing it wrong if you're not...suffering the right ways." Kavinsky couldn't remember a time his life had ever been easy. He was sure there were plenty of people who would argue against that assessment, but they weren't living his life, so they could shove off about it.

He laughed though, shaking his head. "This all took a weird turn. Philosophy was never my forte anyway. Bulgaria's not really known for her philosophers."