[He came so close to texting Ronan back the last time, he really did. It wouldn't have been anything meaningful, just something like asshole, but he didn't. He was too busy getting drunk. Again. It figured that the one time in his life that he thought he had something good, something happened to fuck it up. In this case, Ronan was both the good thing and the thing that fucked it up. Kavinsky should have known. When was anything about the other boy ever easy when it wasn't about sex?
Kavinsky was almost sloppy drunk by the time Ronan came knocking. Except he didn't know it was Ronan--it could have been one of the annoying as fuck neighbors. He didn't know why they bothered but they did- sometimes. Except it was too late for neighbors, he realized as he peeled himself out of his seat and made his way to the door, and it was fucking raining. He opened it after only a slight fumble, ready to verbally tear out the throat of whoever was unfortunate enough to be on the other side.]
The fuck do you want?
[His expression changed when he realized it was Ronan. For a moment, his face was unreadable, then his shoulders sagged.]
As you can see, I'm not dead.
[And yes, it confirmed he'd read Ronan's texts, he'd just been ignoring him because he couldn't think of something civil to say. But now Ronan was here and Kavinsky couldn't just give him the silent treatment face to face. He wasn't a toddler. Maybe this would be good, maybe they'd- what, actually talk? Talking wasn't one of their strong suits.]
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Kavinsky was almost sloppy drunk by the time Ronan came knocking. Except he didn't know it was Ronan--it could have been one of the annoying as fuck neighbors. He didn't know why they bothered but they did- sometimes. Except it was too late for neighbors, he realized as he peeled himself out of his seat and made his way to the door, and it was fucking raining. He opened it after only a slight fumble, ready to verbally tear out the throat of whoever was unfortunate enough to be on the other side.]
The fuck do you want?
[His expression changed when he realized it was Ronan. For a moment, his face was unreadable, then his shoulders sagged.]
As you can see, I'm not dead.
[And yes, it confirmed he'd read Ronan's texts, he'd just been ignoring him because he couldn't think of something civil to say. But now Ronan was here and Kavinsky couldn't just give him the silent treatment face to face. He wasn't a toddler. Maybe this would be good, maybe they'd- what, actually talk? Talking wasn't one of their strong suits.]