He kicked, refusing to make it easy as Kav hauled him down. Proko answered the grin with a sour look. "Fuck off, K."

He wanted. He wanted like he hadn't wanted in what felt like forever. But he remembered the ring and the husband and the woods. Stuck with all of it while Kavinsky lived a life.

For the first time in a long time, Kavinsky felt real and living above him, and Proko hated every part of him that reacted to that.