I haven't written in a while so excuse the typos and laziness- 💀💀🙏.
*** It wasn't even a heartbeat after Kevin agreed to hangout before Kyrie stretched up on his tip-toes to hug Kevin.
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Kyrie felt so small in Kevin's arms, but his energy was so pure. And though Kyrie couldn't see it: Kevin's eyes widened just the slightest as he was taken by surprise, he looked over at Bruce and Spencer before Bruce chuckled at the stun on his face and mouthed, 'He's always this touchy, don't think on it too much.'
Kevin swallowed his spit, clenching his sudden dry throat and hugged back before quickly pulling away and looking down at Kyrie, "You're acting like you just won a million dollars."
Kyrie chuckled, "No cash won here sir. Hanging out with good people is much more valuable than any amount of cash."
Bruce hummed, "Hmmmm I meannn... I wouldn't say thaaat Ky, you know I'd probably trade Spencer for a million buc- OW!"
A punch in the gut was definitely called for.
Ignoring the commentary, Kevin narrowed his eyes at Kyrie, drowning out the noise, almost as if studying him, "And how would you know I'm a good person?"
"Well you're definitely not like anyone else I've met around here," Kyrie beamed. "With all due respect, how is that by definition a good thing?" Spencer snorted, eyebrow lifting to one side.
"Come on Spence, do you know how hard it is to find someone that's... that's themselves around here? Not putting on an act.... not faking a smile?"
"Come on baby we in LA, the HOME of Hollywood. The show must go on," Bruce joked. Kyrie's face fell for a second, frankly, he was tired of the 'show.'
Why does everyone have to put on a show? Not every interaction should feel so artificial. What is there to hide? How are we going to solve the issue when we hide it and compress it and...
He could feel Kevin's eyes tracking his every move, a wave on concern crashing from where he was, once they made eye contact, Durant was quick to look away.
"So... you guys want to go to a restaurant? On my tab," Kyrie offered.
*** The four of them sat on a high table, Kyrie swinging his legs and browsing his phone, Spencer looked particularly troubled as he texted someone, Bruce was babbling about the menu and KD.... well....
Kevin stared curiously as Kyrie scrolled through his messages, he couldn't help but peak at Kyrie's phone when Kyrie began giggling. His eyes widened at one particular image:
