Kavinsky wasn't what most people who'd ever met him--or heard of him--would consider kind, but really, that just spoke to how fucking little they actually knew about him. He was more than barbs and a sharp grin, paired with an even sharper tongue--it just took the right moments, the right people, to make him visibly give a shit.
The first thing he noticed, actually, was the fact the young woman was barefoot. Then, he took in everything else, and fuck if he didn't resonate with the expression on her face more deeply than he was ever likely to admit. There was no reason for him to be an asshole right now so, quite simply, he wasn't.
"Good fucking question." There was no anger in his voice, just a sliver of frustration that had nothing to do with her. "Asked the same thing myself. Ohio, apparently? Never been though, so I've just gotta take people's word about that."
He paused a moment, frowning more in concern than anything else, and added, in a notably gentler tone, "Are you okay? There's-" he gestured behind him at the couches and chairs in the lobby "-plenty of places if you need to sit and take a breath."
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The first thing he noticed, actually, was the fact the young woman was barefoot. Then, he took in everything else, and fuck if he didn't resonate with the expression on her face more deeply than he was ever likely to admit. There was no reason for him to be an asshole right now so, quite simply, he wasn't.
"Good fucking question." There was no anger in his voice, just a sliver of frustration that had nothing to do with her. "Asked the same thing myself. Ohio, apparently? Never been though, so I've just gotta take people's word about that."
He paused a moment, frowning more in concern than anything else, and added, in a notably gentler tone, "Are you okay? There's-" he gestured behind him at the couches and chairs in the lobby "-plenty of places if you need to sit and take a breath."