That's totally fucking true. [kavinsky sounds delighted. his hollow, heavy-lidded eyes crinkle up, appreciative of this fine comedic offering. he swings his flashlight around again, briefly checking the terrain, before he angles the beam squarely at jesse's chest. just near enough jesse's face that he can make out the older man's funny grimace and track the changes. he doesn't know what ronan sees in him. no offense.
ronan just tends to seem to prefer them either golden or angry in the driver's seat. and kavinsky can think that without even knowing about adam parrish (he will never know about adam parrish. ever.) (it's a dubious curse.).] You look like shit. What's wrong with you?
[besides crash-landing on an alien planet after x months in deep space. or that's apparently an inadequate excuse.]
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That's totally fucking true. [kavinsky sounds delighted. his hollow, heavy-lidded eyes crinkle up, appreciative of this fine comedic offering. he swings his flashlight around again, briefly checking the terrain, before he angles the beam squarely at jesse's chest. just near enough jesse's face that he can make out the older man's funny grimace and track the changes. he doesn't know what ronan sees in him. no offense.
ronan just tends to seem to prefer them either golden or angry in the driver's seat. and kavinsky can think that without even knowing about adam parrish (he will never know about adam parrish. ever.) (it's a dubious curse.).] You look like shit. What's wrong with you?
[besides crash-landing on an alien planet after x months in deep space. or that's apparently an inadequate excuse.]