[Wanting to be good for someone (or multiple someones) meant a lot, Kavinsky thought. It wasn't always about whether you succeeded or not but how hard you tried and how much you wanted it. At least, that was how he saw it, as a chronic fuck up.]
Right? That's what I tried to tell him, before.
[But things were different now, knowing Ronan wanted them both.
Kavinsky pulled his phone out, scrolling through his contacts.]
Yeah. He had to work late, but he'll be here. Gimme a minute.
[He ducked away, finding someplace a little quieter to stand before he actually called Adam. He hoped he wouldn't be interrupting anything. Like work.]
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Right? That's what I tried to tell him, before.
[But things were different now, knowing Ronan wanted them both.
Kavinsky pulled his phone out, scrolling through his contacts.]
Yeah. He had to work late, but he'll be here. Gimme a minute.
[He ducked away, finding someplace a little quieter to stand before he actually called Adam. He hoped he wouldn't be interrupting anything. Like work.]