[ his expression says it all. oh fuck, the raise of his eyebrows say. this is the last thing i need, the set of his mouth says.

worse still is the way his gaze shifts. jealousy might flicker across the screen as his eyes flick away, his lips pressing together as he tries to think of the right words to say. kavinsky's in shock, he tells himself, and...

and often thoughtless, even now, when it comes to stark. ]

Great. Good. You must be thrilled.

[ don't be that way. his brows tick down, quietly admonishing himself. ]

What I mean is if people are coming back all fucked up then we all need to be a hell of a lot more careful with our lives.