[I want you is what he wants to say, but he's too sober, not yet inebriated enough on alcohol or a pill or just Kavinsky himself. He made him feel so much, could make him melt with a touch, that sometimes Ronan thought he was a drug, too.]
I want to talk- if it isn't too late. I'm shit at it, and I'm an asshole, and I panicked.
[But here he was, at his house in the middle of the night on a schoolnight, standing in the rain. And maybe he hadn't quite said I'm sorry, but his blue eyes were looking for forgiveness. Or a chance, at least. His fingers were damp, but he reached out, brushing them softly up against his ribs through the fabric of his shirt.]
I can stay the night, if you want me to.
[He rarely had, and when he did, it was usually only the fallout of a party, or movies with Skov and the rest of the pack. It wasn't just-- Kavinsky and Ronan, alone and together and he stayed because they meant something to each other. But the thought that he might have lost him had made him feel terrible, and the memory of how he'd hurt him made him burn with shame. He was shaking and it wasn't just from the rain, his eyes glassy and his eyelashes wet.]
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[I want you is what he wants to say, but he's too sober, not yet inebriated enough on alcohol or a pill or just Kavinsky himself. He made him feel so much, could make him melt with a touch, that sometimes Ronan thought he was a drug, too.]
I want to talk- if it isn't too late. I'm shit at it, and I'm an asshole, and I panicked.
[But here he was, at his house in the middle of the night on a schoolnight, standing in the rain. And maybe he hadn't quite said I'm sorry, but his blue eyes were looking for forgiveness. Or a chance, at least. His fingers were damp, but he reached out, brushing them softly up against his ribs through the fabric of his shirt.]
I can stay the night, if you want me to.
[He rarely had, and when he did, it was usually only the fallout of a party, or movies with Skov and the rest of the pack. It wasn't just-- Kavinsky and Ronan, alone and together and he stayed because they meant something to each other. But the thought that he might have lost him had made him feel terrible, and the memory of how he'd hurt him made him burn with shame. He was shaking and it wasn't just from the rain, his eyes glassy and his eyelashes wet.]
I can't lose you. So can we--