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[obedientdog]

[Oh. It was better this way though, Swan thought- the being honest part, not the accidentally-hurting-Kavinsky part. Swan could be blunt and he could be a jerk- a bigger jerk than Skov- and sometimes he wasn't always sure how to be soft. His friends meant a lot to him though and he wanted to be there for them, to support them and lift them up, not drag them down and make them miserable.]

I do want you. I meant- [Did it matter what he'd meant when he'd fucked it up?] You're one of the hottest guys I know. [If Skov wasn't there he'd absolutely say 'the hottest', but-] Top two, and they're both standing right here.

[He wasn't good with apologies, so instead, when Kavinsky crashed into him, Swan wrapped his arms around him, rubbing at the back of his neck.]

Everything's going to be okay. We can do this.

[Skov made a noise of protest, not about what Swan had said or anything, but-]

Yeah. And you're not broken! If you're broken, we're all broken and that means we just need to- to be the fancy shit with the glue and the gold, you know?

[Kintsugi, he was talking about kintsugi but like fuck if he could remember the word for it.]

We can hold each other together. That's what friends are supposed to do. And boyfriends.

[It felt like a weight (most of it, at least) had been lifted off his shoulders now that he knew Kavinsky wasn't mad at him, and Skov wrapped his arms around him, too, effectively trapping K between him and Swan. With love- though Skov hadn't yet figured out that was what he was feeling.]

Also, you're super fucking hot, like- [His voice dropped a little, quieter, more serious.] When we met, I couldn't believe you were talking to me because I was like 'this guy's way out of my league'. I figured you only talked to me cause of Swan, but-

[But now look at them. Maybe their current situation was rocky, but Skov didn't know what he'd do without K and Swan.]

You're like a dream.

[dreamforger]

[Really, Kavinsky wasn't offended at the idea that Swan thought he was as hot as Skov. Really, it felt like a compliment, since K was of the opinion that Skov was cute and gorgeous, and easily desirable. And it helped, the way that he wraps his arms around him, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck. He trusted contact when he couldn't trust anything else. Maybe because he'd always had so little of it.]

Okay. I- still wanna be your boyfriend.

[Just in case that had been in doubt, in someway. He sighs as Skov wraps his arms around him, closing his eyes just for a moment. Kavinsky knew that he was in love with them, it was just too difficult to say just yet. But it felt more like love than anything else he'd ever experienced, and he couldn't imagine loving anyone more than he did with Skov and Swan. He was pretty sure that for Kavinsky this was as close as he got to loving people, at least. The best that he could manage.

He shifts a little bit so that he can twist in their arms, so that he doesn't pull away from either of them, but he can press his back to Swan's chest and face Skov, can reach up and curl his fingers in his hair. He sniffles a little, almost wants to fucking cry, because there's something about being wanted like this that almost feels impossible. The way that Skov says he's like a dream, that he thought K was out of his league.]

Sweetheart, I talked to you 'cause I thought you were gorgeous. I would've been more obvious, but you two were obviously crushing over each other. So I tried to back off, but I just-- you're my best addiction. Both of you.

[He kisses him, but it's different from earlier. It's what he'd meant to go for before- just soft and sweet, using gentle fingertips to messily brush his hair back off his face. It makes him feel a bit more like himself, a bit less like a tangled ball of emotion. He looks up at Swan with a cheeky sort of smile.]

If you're jealous, I'll kiss you too.

[He's not quite okay, but it's better, at least.]