The question made Kane smile, and he shook his head slightly. He wasn’t a guy who made a lot of solid plans in the first place, Kane played most of his life by ear. It wasn’t like he had a packed social calendar, and now that he probably wouldn’t hear from Red again, he really only had Adrian and Bailey. “You should hit me up,” he murmured casually enough, though there was a gleam of eagerness in his gaze. It was Friday, wasn’t it? So the weekend had pretty much arrived, which meant he might see Adrian as soon as the next day. Adrian was probably going to get sick of him soon, but Kane wanted to be as greedy with his time as he could until that happened. He rubbed at the back of Adrian’s neck with his thumb.
That fear that this was actually one sided and he was making an ass of himself still seemed to rear its ugly head but then he heard that eagerness in Kane's voice or saw the way he looked at him and it was easier to let it go. It'd no doubt gnaw at him when he wasn't actually around Kane and he knew he was only this fretful about it because of their history. There was still this underlying feeling that maybe he shouldn't forgive him so easily, that given time or the right circumstances, Kane would hurt him again. It was hard to believe in this moment though and he drank in the sweet sensation of Kane's fingers, smiling faintly. "Might just do that," he murmured and slipped his hands to Kane's back, pulling him in closer for another kiss.
Kane had no idea what the future held for them, even the immediate future, but he knew that the idea of hurting Adrian again in any way turned his stomach. If things went sideways and they came to violence again, he had no idea what he would do, but he really didn’t want to damage this man any more than he already had. The world had done enough to Adrian Moretti, for fuck’s sake. He deserved something good -- something better than Kane, surely, but for the time being he felt like they both needed this from each other. Until it was time for Adrian to move on and have a real life, at least. Kane kissed him, lingering there for a while before he forced himself to pull back. “Okay, you gotta go before I drag you back to bed,” he muttered with a little grin. Kane put his hands on Adrian’s shoulders to turn him around and nudge him toward the bedroom door. “Go, out. You’re killin’ me here.”
Adrian let himself be moved around, tittering at the words. "I'm going, I'm going," he drawled even if he really wanted Kane to drag him to bed. If Kane forced him to stay, then all the fallout that followed wouldn't be Adrian's fault! That line of thinking really reminded him of being sixteen and pissing off his parents and it sure as hell hadn't worked great then either. It had also been stuff that was far more easily repaired - like staying out too late or drinking on a school night. God didn't say much about those kinds of things, or at least not vehemently enough for the church to preach against it all the fucking time. He was just glad Kane's sneakers fit him for the most part, even if they felt a little weird and loose on his feet and he had already kind of decided this t-shirt wasn't finding its way back to Kane. That was probably stupid of him, but he couldn't help those dumb feelings. "See you around, Kane," he murmured when they reached the front door and he very reluctantly opened it. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." There, that relieved some of the worrying pressure in his chest but casually enough to be a joke.