Something in Kavinsky's chest ached. He felt for this man, missing someone else, and when Poison tumbled him, he went over quite willingly. He was missing someone too, after all. But his eyes were not shielded to the fact that this was not the boy he loved.

"It's okay," he whispered. His hips lifted, rubbing against Poison's thigh filthily. "I'm right here. Nothing to miss."