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[thebloodyglue]

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the day kind of unravels after that. Neither of them are particularly productive and, eventually, Newt found himself running a tub while Kavinsky sprawls on the bed in their room. Newt wanders back to the bathroom door, leaning his hip against the frame.

"Well," he says. "When we decided to give fostering a try, I don't think either of us were expecting this level of trouble from his girlfriend." He takes a sip of his beer. "Poor kid."

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[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky rolled over until he could hang his head off the edge of the bed, watching Newt from across the room. He felt strangely raw about the conversation with Sabrina, but that was probably part of fostering, being a parent of any variety.

"It's rough," he agreed, soft and slow. "But they're good kids."

[thebloodyglue]

Kavinsky's got a bruised look about him and Newt wanders over, offering him the beer or a hand up, whichever he wanted first.

"They are," he says. "We're probably going to end up with her living here, too, you know."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky grunted a little and rolled over to take the beer. He took a couple sips and then handed it back. He didn't mind Sabrina moving in--formally or informally--but it made the space feel a little tighter.

He unfolded out of bed and gently crowded into Newt's space, pressing their foreheads together.

Softly, he said, "Let's smoke a bowl."

[thebloodyglue]

Newt smiles, curling one lazy arm around Kavinsky's waist and tugging him in close. "In the tub? It'll be like when we were first dating."

[mitsubishievo]

"Except with cats yowling on the other side of the door," Kavinsky teased, staying close. He gave Newt a sweet kiss and then eased away. "Go open the window in the bathroom, I'll get the shit."

[thebloodyglue]

The water's more or less run when he steps back into the bathroom, so he turns off the taps and opens the window and then starts to slip out of his clothes, padding around the bathroom while he waits for Kavinsky.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky came in with a packed bowl and one of his various novelty lighters. He lit and took a long, slow pull on it, holding it as he set it down and undressed.

He blew the smoke toward the window and then curled behind Newt, nuzzling his neck gently. "You handled her really well. I think I just kinda fucked it up a bit."

[thebloodyglue]

"I don't think you fucked up," says Newt, leaning against Kavinsky for a moment before he gently pulls away, but only so that he can start stripping off his own clothes. "I just...I think it's a really big shucking deal to her, and, right now, she doesn't need to hear that it's not necessarily as important as she thinks it is."

[mitsubishievo]

"I wasn't trying to say it wasn't important," Kavinsky said. He sat on the edge of the tub, dipping his fingers into the water. "But like..."

He shrugged and rolled his eyes, and then slid off the edge of the tub and into the water. He let his legs continue to dangle up over the edge.

[thebloodyglue]

"Maybe it just feels impossible to her," says Newt, stepping into the water beside Kavinsky and sinking down, knees bent. "Especially if she's feeling things she doesn't shucking know how to process."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky knew what that was like. There had been a point where he was resigned to loneliness and death because of who and what he was, so he understood things feeling important.

He sat up and grabbed the pipe to relight and take another rip. As he was holding his breath, he handed it over to Newt.

[thebloodyglue]

Newt takes the pipe, twirling it between his fingers before he takes a hit, holding it for a long moment before he lets it go.

"She'll figure it out," he says, gently. "Let's...worry about it when we come to it."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky nodded, because there was no sense making a fuss over it now. She'd go and blow off steam, things would be hectic for a minute, and then everything would settle.

"Maybe I'll take her out to the forest sometime," he said. He didn't know if it would like her any more than it had liked him when he was that age, but she also wasn't a Dreamer. He thought the raw power would be good for her, though, maybe at some point.

He shifted in the water so he was facing Newt, toes tucked against his legs.

[thebloodyglue]

Newt has an odd sort of understanding of how the forest works. He's only ever been out there with Kavinsky and he knows that the place doesn't recognise him in the same way.

He nods.

"Might do her good," he says. "To feel like she's not the only one. The devil thing is..slightly more problematic."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky shrugged. He had an odd relationship with religion on the best of days--better now than it had been--and an even stranger relationship with what could be called demons, personal and physical.

Things would work out. They always did. It was finding the balance.

He leaned across and kissed Newt sweetly. "Being sober is terrible," he bemoaned gently against Newt's mouth, kissing him again.

[thebloodyglue]

Newt smirks, leaning in against him, deepening the kiss just a little.

"Most of the time, you can't even tell there's anything different," he says. "I mean, I can. But I know you better than any other shank around here."

[mitsubishievo]

"That's the worst part," Kavinsky said, a little melancholy about it. It had gotten to a place, in Darrow, where he didn't need to be high, didn't need to have that control over his perception of reality and how he wanted to experience time or emotions or anything like that. But without it, he was left very aware of linear existence and the onward march of life around him.

He smiled, though. Newt did know him better than anyone else in Darrow. Sure, there was a memory of a thing out in the forest, and the forest itself, but none of them were Newt.

[thebloodyglue]

Newt takes another hit on the pipe before he offers it back.

"Of course, you're not doing that good a job of being sober right now."

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"The kids aren't home," Kavinsky pointed out. He was trying to be good about being sober when Charlie and Sabrina were around, as much as he could manage at least. "And it's weed. It's not like I'm throwing a substance party in our bathroom."

He missed cocaine. He missed his sleeping pills. He missed--he looked at Newt and leaned across the space between them to kiss him softly.

[thebloodyglue]

He lifts his hand, brushing damp fingers against the sharp line of Kavinsky's jaw.

"I do kind of miss watching you dance," he says. "And knowing that you were probably buzzing under your skin."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky considered. He'd stopped stripping because it had seemed the right thing to do to get his life under control, but he did miss it. He missed being that fit, and he missed the attention, and he missed Newt coming in and teasing him a little at the end of his shifts.

"We should go out dancing some time," he said. "We'll take a couple pills, make it a night out. There's plenty of condoms, Charlie probably won't knock up his girlfriend if we go out."

[thebloodyglue]

"We haven't been dancing in ages," says Newt, sounding almost wistful." He snorts. "I'm pretty sure that they're going to screw whether we're here or not. Might as well have a night out."

[mitsubishievo]

"God, don't say that," Kavinsky said with a laugh. He tried to not think about what happened behind Charlie's door. Especially since there was a girl involved.

"Let's go out," he said, taking a long, lazy drag on the pipe. "Let's make asses of ourselves and screw in a bathroom. We're twenty. We can still be wild."

[thebloodyglue]

"That sounds amazing," says Newt, gently bullying Kavinsky into a position that he can lean back against, curled up in the warm water and the hazy air. "It's been so long since we did that."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky laughed and lounged back, letting Newt rest against him. He set the pipe aside and ran his fingers through Newt's long, tousled hair. It had been much shorter when they first met, and Newt didn't let it go long, but there was plenty to play with.

"We'll make a good time of it," he assured.