Mm, good. I'll see you soon. And we can talk. And I love you.
[And Adam hangs up, and he starts his car.
Meanwhile, once Kavinsky hangs up the phone, Ronan downs the last of his drink. He'd been nursing it slow just so that he had something in his hands, so that he wasn't fidgeting uselessly while he waited to hear how things went. He was tense despite himself, despite the way that he was trying to look casual. He wanders over to the other boy as he starts to head towards Ronan, more or less meeting him halfway.
He's about to ask a question, except that he realizes that Kavinsky looks-- emotional? Are his eyes glassy? Ronan takes a step back as he claps a hand on his shoulder, his stomach threatening to twist itself into knots. Had he fucked things up? God- just. God he hoped not.]
Hey. Are you.. okay?
[Ronan tries to keep his voice level, so Kavinsky doesn't feel like he's entirely obvious, hopefully.]
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[And Adam hangs up, and he starts his car.
Meanwhile, once Kavinsky hangs up the phone, Ronan downs the last of his drink. He'd been nursing it slow just so that he had something in his hands, so that he wasn't fidgeting uselessly while he waited to hear how things went. He was tense despite himself, despite the way that he was trying to look casual. He wanders over to the other boy as he starts to head towards Ronan, more or less meeting him halfway.
He's about to ask a question, except that he realizes that Kavinsky looks-- emotional? Are his eyes glassy? Ronan takes a step back as he claps a hand on his shoulder, his stomach threatening to twist itself into knots. Had he fucked things up? God- just. God he hoped not.]
Hey. Are you.. okay?
[Ronan tries to keep his voice level, so Kavinsky doesn't feel like he's entirely obvious, hopefully.]