[Kavinsky's jaw clenches, then he turns back to him, putting his arms out] Yeah, man. I got it, alright? I have no fucking friends. They all came to me to get shit from me and I was perfectly fucking fine with it cause I didn't want to be alone. I got nothing after Aglionby but Ronan. [He shrugs] That's fucking fine with me. I don't have shit to give them anymore anyway.
You wanna tell me some more about how no one'll want to be around Joseph Kavinsky once we're done? I already fucking know that. I tried to kill myself, remember? I'm over it. I'm over all of it.
You have us, too. [Adam might complain, but the events of the past few weeks have gone a long way with him.] Well, I can't speak for Blue or Gansey, but. What you did in Carolina, the stuff you sacrificed before then. It meant a lot. You think I'd be on you about homework and those assholes at school if I didn't care about what happens to you? So Ronan's not the only person you have here. [It's the closest you're gonna get to him admitting friendship. Revel.]
[Kavinsky stops, going quiet for a long moment. He never thought he'd hear Adam say any of them. Hell, he never thought he'd be in the position to even care about what Adam had to say. Yet, it all means something, because he does care. He has no idea why Adam would care about what happens to him, but Adam hasn't ever tried to use him for anything, so that's a big thing in his book]
Wow, Parrish. Could you be more gay? I swear to god, if you bust out a guitar and start singing Kumbaya, I'm so out of here. [But he's smiling, cause that was fucking sweet, and it makes him feel a little less on the lonely side]
You're a fucking dork. [he snorts, waving a hand at him as he walks away, but calls out] I'm showering after you, so don't use up all the god damn hot water!
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You wanna tell me some more about how no one'll want to be around Joseph Kavinsky once we're done? I already fucking know that. I tried to kill myself, remember? I'm over it. I'm over all of it.
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Wow, Parrish. Could you be more gay? I swear to god, if you bust out a guitar and start singing Kumbaya, I'm so out of here. [But he's smiling, cause that was fucking sweet, and it makes him feel a little less on the lonely side]
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