Lee smiled softly at Kavinsky's question, at how kind and giving it was. The way they'd been, coming here, was completely gone, and Lee couldn't say he minded. But he knew he was on a dead-end road on with this boy, that no matter how long he asked Kavinsky to stay tonight eventually he'd go home (whether or not that was into the arms of his boyfriend), and Lee would never see him again. At least not like this.

"Do you want to stay?" Lee asked, his fingers stroking over Kavinsky's cheek and back into his hair, tangling loosely. "I'd love to have sex with you, still," he went on, his eyes moving over Kavinsky's face. "But it's going to take me a little bit to get back on track," he admitted with a soft laugh.

"If you need to go, I won't be offended," he said, smiling again, his tone low but genuine.