"Yeah, I think I do, actually," he says with a faint, hollow laugh. He's bone tired. Kavinsky finishes the drink, because it can't hurt, and he sets it aside. As Nick strokes his hair back, Kav tips his head, leaning into the touch.

His hand slides over Nick's side and he pulls him closer for another kiss, lingering in this one. He isn't even after sex, it just feels nice to get the invitation, to know that Nick-- will let him just show up and stay.

"We don't have to sleep in the circle, do we?"