I mean.. sort of? Is it too much? I just wanted-- you. I wanted- fuck, I don't know.
[Ronan's face falls a little, and he bites at his lip. His expression is set into something almost un-Ronan-like: worried, nervous, like this means something and he's scared he's fucked it up already. Maybe he should have told Kavinsky why he wanted to have him over tonight, but he hadn't wanted to have this sort of conversation over the phone.
He takes a breath and tries to steady himself. This was part of why he hadn't really worked out a specific plan. He just-- he hadn't known how this would go. He hadn't been sure he wouldn't fuck it all up, that they wouldn't end up fighting, because if there was one thing they were good at it was pressing each other's buttons. He stands there, awkward, fingers fidgeting with the roses.]
It's fine if you don't want them. It's just what you do when you like someone, right?
[He scrubs his free hand against his shaved head, curling his fingers against the back of his neck, self-soothing when he feels like he's doing everything wrong. Kavinsky had probably not been serious with his line about it being a date, but he also wasn't wrong. Ronan's clearly floundering. Not that he hadn't half-expected Kavinsky to laugh and ask what the fuck was going on, but he also hadn't really had a game plan for that eventuality, either.]
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[Ronan's face falls a little, and he bites at his lip. His expression is set into something almost un-Ronan-like: worried, nervous, like this means something and he's scared he's fucked it up already. Maybe he should have told Kavinsky why he wanted to have him over tonight, but he hadn't wanted to have this sort of conversation over the phone.
He takes a breath and tries to steady himself. This was part of why he hadn't really worked out a specific plan. He just-- he hadn't known how this would go. He hadn't been sure he wouldn't fuck it all up, that they wouldn't end up fighting, because if there was one thing they were good at it was pressing each other's buttons. He stands there, awkward, fingers fidgeting with the roses.]
It's fine if you don't want them. It's just what you do when you like someone, right?
[He scrubs his free hand against his shaved head, curling his fingers against the back of his neck, self-soothing when he feels like he's doing everything wrong. Kavinsky had probably not been serious with his line about it being a date, but he also wasn't wrong. Ronan's clearly floundering. Not that he hadn't half-expected Kavinsky to laugh and ask what the fuck was going on, but he also hadn't really had a game plan for that eventuality, either.]
I wanted to make tonight different.