The overt mention of Lynch almost made Kavinsky get out of bed. It was one thing to bring things up in a sort of oblique way that implied the association, but something so bald felt like a threat, maybe.
Kavinsky kept his face still and receptive and kind. He swallowed a little, nervous.
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Date: 2016-09-01 05:15 pm (UTC)Kavinsky kept his face still and receptive and kind. He swallowed a little, nervous.
"I don't know what you're talking about."