[He would have understood if Kavinsky had lashed out; he wasn't the only one here afraid of losing someone. Of losing what they had had. He stepped inside, wet from the rain, but he didn't hesitate when Kavinsky wrapped his arms around him. Ronan finished kicking the door shut behind them, just so that he could have a solid surface to lean back against, so that when he wound his arms around the other boy's waist he could pull him in up against him.
His shirt and his jeans were wet, but he thought that Kavinsky would forgive him for that. Instead he just clung to him, holding onto him in a way that was raw and needy. He nuzzled his face into the side of his neck, exhaling like he'd forgotten how to breathe- like Kavinsky was a sort of home, too.]
I missed you.
[He really means I'm sorry, don't leave me, but the words are too vulnerable, even if they're in the way that Ronan holds onto Kavinsky despite how wet he is, like he needs him more than anything else. But he smiles, nodding against his shoulder when K says that he'd like it if he stayed. Gansey will have kittens of course, but Ronan isn't thinking about anyone but the boy in his arms.]
I'd like that too. Can I--
[He doesn't finish asking, he just kisses him. One hand lifting up to cup the side of his face, soft and tender and surprisingly sweet. Even the way that he kisses him is affection more than desire- there's that too, but it's like for the first time he's not as scared to show that he cares. Or maybe that he's scared that Kavinsky doesn't know.]
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His shirt and his jeans were wet, but he thought that Kavinsky would forgive him for that. Instead he just clung to him, holding onto him in a way that was raw and needy. He nuzzled his face into the side of his neck, exhaling like he'd forgotten how to breathe- like Kavinsky was a sort of home, too.]
I missed you.
[He really means I'm sorry, don't leave me, but the words are too vulnerable, even if they're in the way that Ronan holds onto Kavinsky despite how wet he is, like he needs him more than anything else. But he smiles, nodding against his shoulder when K says that he'd like it if he stayed. Gansey will have kittens of course, but Ronan isn't thinking about anyone but the boy in his arms.]
I'd like that too. Can I--
[He doesn't finish asking, he just kisses him. One hand lifting up to cup the side of his face, soft and tender and surprisingly sweet. Even the way that he kisses him is affection more than desire- there's that too, but it's like for the first time he's not as scared to show that he cares. Or maybe that he's scared that Kavinsky doesn't know.]