[He took the roses, unmindful of any thorns until one nearly pricked him. He gave them a sniff, entranced for a moment with both their beauty and what Ronan was saying. Speaking of- he wasn't entirely confident he knew what Ronan was saying. He had a hope, an assumption, but he'd been wrong before when he assumed things.]

Okay. You're going to have to be a little clearer on what we're talking about so I don't get my hopes up for nothing.

[Things had been kind of fucky in the past and maybe he'd blamed Ronan before for holding him at arm's length when all Kavinsky had wanted was to orbit around him but they were still young. There was still time. It was better late than never.

He held up a hand, the one not occupied with roses.]

I got the part where this is like a date and where you like me, but- is this gonna be a fling or something long-term?