Kristoph Gavin

I‘m getting married!! 💕💘💝💗💖

I would not. You wouldn't be struggling enough for me to enjoy it.

... You're not one of such things.

Some things appear prettier when exanimate.

I hardly ever saw you spending money on anything other than food. What is it now? Electric bills?

Collecting a payment can be such a thrilling experience when you're not used to it.

No Vongole dear, pillows aren’t dinner

Once and forever, my Wright.

Well, I wouldn’t want my Wright to be so strongly affiliated with yet another psychopath.

It seemed like you were sharing some personal struggles with me, and I got concerned for a moment. Please keep working on your mental health..!

I couldn’t agree more. Will I have the chance to meet you and properly present a gift? Totally innocent and harmless, for the sake of our shared piece of youth.

Have you been able to talk to your therapists about that?

I have plenty of room to speak. I fear the loss of my loved ones and I mourn the ones I lost, like many murderers do.

Hold your loved ones close. You never know when it might be the last time.

Sad!

To clarify, are you referring to the Boogeyman accusations? Because they do make sense.

Pardon?

That explains a lot.

Such a dangerous man.

Kristoph closed his eyes again. "Behave," he grumbled, pulling him closer by a bare wrist. "I know you can do it."

Kristoph barely lifted his sleep-heavy eyelids to glance at Miles. "...Hm?"

The trees I taught him, the places I showed him, the smallest cubes of apple I fed him one by one, the figurines I pulled out of his mouth, the hand I held at the church, at the park, at the grocery store, all make me wonder: how did I do without a big brother?

You can't possibly be unable to provide the court with a medical note, can you?

Oh my, that sounds like the most comfortable bed. It makes me long for a night or two in it.

I can't blame him: his mattress was firm at the edges, yet way too tender and yielding in the center, like some sort of soufflé. Overuse, I suppose.

How relatable! Though in my case, it was a matter of falling asleep in his very bed.

+ He placed a slender hand on his chest. "Something tells me we've crossed paths at his residence on a few occasions, though I know you mostly through his words and those of the press."

"I believe we do," he said, stepping gracefully into the room. The two books he was holding, previously hidden, were now visible to Lana: a thick law book (The Limits of Criminal Law) and a smaller, well-loved, narrative book. "We have a friend in common, Damon Gant. I’m Attorney Gavin." +

+ “Ms. Skye, is it?” he said, the softest smile playing on his lips as he tilted his head slightly into the room, “I must say, I didn’t expect to find you here, of all places.”