Richard Campbell Gansey III (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thatsallthereis) wrote2016-12-15 02:02 pm
thatsallthereis) wrote2016-12-15 02:02 pm
[For Kavinsky, Unfortunately]
Gansey's heart was not in this.
There had to be another way, he'd thought. Surely there was some magic-maker in Darrow that could make so perfectly what Niall Lynch had once made. Henry's father had spent years trying to duplicate RoboBee's "technology" and was still not quite there. Tony Stark had tried and the outcome had been disastrous. It had landed Henry in the hospital. Tech couldn't do what a dreamer's mind could. Luckily, Gansey knew a dreamer. Less luckily, it was Ronan and he was feeling scorned. Things had blown up so spectacularly that Gansey hadn't even bothered to ask. He got the feeling that Adam agreed. There was no need to make all of this worse. Maybe some silence on the topic of Henry would do them some good.
That didn't change that something had to be done, and that there was only one other person that could do it.
if Gansey were to have asked Henry for Kavinsky's boyfriend's number, Henry would get suspicious. The last thing wanted was to get Henry's hopes up about feeling whole again when he still had to find a way to convince Kavinsky to do this. He didn't know what it would cost, and it would definitely cost something. Gansey only hoped it was something he could provide.
The young fellow with the poor judgement that worked at The Dressing Room did not provide Kavinsky's number, but he took Gansey's down. It hadn't been very long at all before he heard back. They set a meeting at a coffee place near the ocean. There, Gansey sat, rotating his phone between two fingers and wishing he had another option.
An orange door slammed. A door with a bell jingled open. Kavinsky was already there, but Gansey decided to get a coffee first. He smiled at the barista and tried to keep the same mirth. It was hard.
"Kavinsky," Gansey said by way of greeting, sitting himself down. "Thank you for meeting me." He didn't ask if Kavinsky wanted anything because he didn't care.
There had to be another way, he'd thought. Surely there was some magic-maker in Darrow that could make so perfectly what Niall Lynch had once made. Henry's father had spent years trying to duplicate RoboBee's "technology" and was still not quite there. Tony Stark had tried and the outcome had been disastrous. It had landed Henry in the hospital. Tech couldn't do what a dreamer's mind could. Luckily, Gansey knew a dreamer. Less luckily, it was Ronan and he was feeling scorned. Things had blown up so spectacularly that Gansey hadn't even bothered to ask. He got the feeling that Adam agreed. There was no need to make all of this worse. Maybe some silence on the topic of Henry would do them some good.
That didn't change that something had to be done, and that there was only one other person that could do it.
if Gansey were to have asked Henry for Kavinsky's boyfriend's number, Henry would get suspicious. The last thing wanted was to get Henry's hopes up about feeling whole again when he still had to find a way to convince Kavinsky to do this. He didn't know what it would cost, and it would definitely cost something. Gansey only hoped it was something he could provide.
The young fellow with the poor judgement that worked at The Dressing Room did not provide Kavinsky's number, but he took Gansey's down. It hadn't been very long at all before he heard back. They set a meeting at a coffee place near the ocean. There, Gansey sat, rotating his phone between two fingers and wishing he had another option.
An orange door slammed. A door with a bell jingled open. Kavinsky was already there, but Gansey decided to get a coffee first. He smiled at the barista and tried to keep the same mirth. It was hard.
"Kavinsky," Gansey said by way of greeting, sitting himself down. "Thank you for meeting me." He didn't ask if Kavinsky wanted anything because he didn't care.