Kavinsky scrutinized Gansey in that moment, still grinning, still standing there. There was no reason for any further exchange. But there was such bafflement in Gansey's eyes. He'd really, genuinely thought that he could purchase from Kavinsky, that he could come in here, eyes and heart blazing, and get what he wanted. And he thought, honestly, that that made him a better person.
there was no altruism here, as far as Kavinsky could see. No reason for Gansey's righteousness. For a boy that thought he knew a lot about the world, Kavinsky hoped that this was a revelation: that outside of Henrietta, Aglionby especially, and in Darrow, Gansey had no clout.
"Oh, no-no, Dickie. Do not get me wrong. I haven't said shit about Cheng." And he hadn't. Jabs had been at Dick, at what appeared a sensitive spot, at what appeared a lack of understanding and knowledge. Kavinsky, in times like this, preferred the easier target.
"This is all about you. Isn't it always? Dick Gansey, saint of monsters and savior of dusty boys since 2010. This is about reminding you that this place does not work by your rules."
Kavinsky leaned over the chair, just a bit. He did not get into Gansey's face. He thought the other boy might hit him, and Kavinsky didn't relish being escorted out of a place. "You can't buy your way into fixing this. The Ganseys don't fucking matter here. You're just another shleb like the rest of us."
He reached out, and patted Gansey's cheek. Soft, and just once. Then, he pulled away from the table, whistling nonchalantly as he left Gansey behind him and stepped out of the shop without a single glance back.
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there was no altruism here, as far as Kavinsky could see. No reason for Gansey's righteousness. For a boy that thought he knew a lot about the world, Kavinsky hoped that this was a revelation: that outside of Henrietta, Aglionby especially, and in Darrow, Gansey had no clout.
"Oh, no-no, Dickie. Do not get me wrong. I haven't said shit about Cheng." And he hadn't. Jabs had been at Dick, at what appeared a sensitive spot, at what appeared a lack of understanding and knowledge. Kavinsky, in times like this, preferred the easier target.
"This is all about you. Isn't it always? Dick Gansey, saint of monsters and savior of dusty boys since 2010. This is about reminding you that this place does not work by your rules."
Kavinsky leaned over the chair, just a bit. He did not get into Gansey's face. He thought the other boy might hit him, and Kavinsky didn't relish being escorted out of a place. "You can't buy your way into fixing this. The Ganseys don't fucking matter here. You're just another shleb like the rest of us."
He reached out, and patted Gansey's cheek. Soft, and just once. Then, he pulled away from the table, whistling nonchalantly as he left Gansey behind him and stepped out of the shop without a single glance back.