[To his credit, Kavinsky listened quietly, though he couldn't help the small pang he felt when Ronan said there was another boy he liked. They weren't anything anymore, they were barely friends, and he had Adam. He didn't have a right to be jealous. Either way, he shook his head slowly.]

You're wrong, man. You weren't a shitty boyfriend. If I'd thought you were, I wouldn't have tried to stick with you. I wanted you because I cared. Asshole.

[The last bit was almost fond though, a certain softness where he didn't entirely mean it as an insult. It felt better to know that Ronan did want him, did care about him, even now.]

There might be a chance we could work something out. [He wasn't going to get his hopes up, but there was a chance.] Adam said I could kiss you if the opportunity presented itself. So long as I told him about it.

[He waved a hand a little.]

I'm not saying we should kiss- [Or was he?] -but it's on the table. If you want to.

[If it wouldn't be cruel for Ronan, to kiss a boy he might not be able to date.]