Kavinsky shifts his hips, his weight, when Victor leans in, closing a bit more of the gap between them.
"Yes," he answers with a cat-ate-the-canary grin. "But right now? It's drugs."
He isn't entirely sure what the pill he popped earlier was, only that it was in his pocket and therefore something of his own making. Something he can trust.
"Do you partake, Victor, or is that out of your wheelhouse with the whole control thing?"
He knows people that get high to feel in control, and others that get high to feel out of it. Kavinsky makes no difference in purpose, only in results. He knows what he wants to feel, so he make sure that's what he gets, every time.
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"Yes," he answers with a cat-ate-the-canary grin. "But right now? It's drugs."
He isn't entirely sure what the pill he popped earlier was, only that it was in his pocket and therefore something of his own making. Something he can trust.
"Do you partake, Victor, or is that out of your wheelhouse with the whole control thing?"
He knows people that get high to feel in control, and others that get high to feel out of it. Kavinsky makes no difference in purpose, only in results. He knows what he wants to feel, so he make sure that's what he gets, every time.