That Gansey needed him to dream something didn't specifically surprise Kavinsky--it was what Kavinsky did, and this Gansey, it seemed, had a sort of terrible knowledge of Kavinsky's ability that the one Kavinsky remembered back in Henrietta hadn't had. But why not Ronan? Of course Dick Gansey would have chosen Ronan to dream him something, if he was going to ask anyone.
Kavinsky was quiet as Gansey worked through the very most bare bones of what he needed. He arched a brow slightly.
"This for Cheng?" Peter had said something about him collapsing at school, and he'd had to drive Peter over to see him in the hospital. He hadn't asked; he didn't care. But Kavinsky had never seen them run together at school, so this shift was a curious one to him.
And why the hell was it a fucking bee.
Kavinsky shook his head. "Depends on the functionality. I specialize in reproduction, bro. If your prototype is bust on him, giving it to me to dissect isn't gonna help."
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Kavinsky was quiet as Gansey worked through the very most bare bones of what he needed. He arched a brow slightly.
"This for Cheng?" Peter had said something about him collapsing at school, and he'd had to drive Peter over to see him in the hospital. He hadn't asked; he didn't care. But Kavinsky had never seen them run together at school, so this shift was a curious one to him.
And why the hell was it a fucking bee.
Kavinsky shook his head. "Depends on the functionality. I specialize in reproduction, bro. If your prototype is bust on him, giving it to me to dissect isn't gonna help."