[He didn't know exactly what he was expecting when he pulled up to the Barns. Not from the place itself but from Ronan. Ronan had held him at arm's length for so long and Kavinsky had told himself that was okay, it was whatever, he could live with it. But the truth was, he wanted him desperately.
He certainly wasn't expecting to see Ronan practically dressed up. Not that Kavinsky felt self-conscious in a white tank, designer distressed jeans and hi-top sneakers, but if he'd known- you know? He might've worn something else.]
Is this a date?
[They were the first words out of his mouth as he approached the porch and, by extension, Ronan. Kavinsky couldn't help it- Ronan even had flowers and no one had ever had flowers in Kavinsky's proximity with the intention of giving them to him. Unless, Ronan was expecting someone else, too. K doubted it.]
Shit, man, you should've told me. I would've brought something.
[Wine or something. Not that he was particularly fond of wine but people drank it on dates, right?]
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He certainly wasn't expecting to see Ronan practically dressed up. Not that Kavinsky felt self-conscious in a white tank, designer distressed jeans and hi-top sneakers, but if he'd known- you know? He might've worn something else.]
Is this a date?
[They were the first words out of his mouth as he approached the porch and, by extension, Ronan. Kavinsky couldn't help it- Ronan even had flowers and no one had ever had flowers in Kavinsky's proximity with the intention of giving them to him. Unless, Ronan was expecting someone else, too. K doubted it.]
Shit, man, you should've told me. I would've brought something.
[Wine or something. Not that he was particularly fond of wine but people drank it on dates, right?]