[Normally, Kavinsky would have made some sort of sexual joke about locking the door. As it was, it still crossed his mind, he just let it stay a thought instead of voicing it out loud.

He was sure Ronan's childhood home was a lot nicer than where Kavinsky had grown up. Not that the house hadn't been nice but it hadn't really felt like a home. He'd always figured Ronan's place was a home, not just a house. A place whose foundations were built on love. It made him envious just thinking about it.

Shrugging out of his damp t-shirt, he let Ronan tug him down next to him, gently bumping shoulders. He listened quietly while Ronan spoke, nodding here and there, while looking increasingly amused and relieved, both. So that was what had scared Ronan off. Kavinsky hadn't done anything wrong, after all.]

Fuck, man, haven't we all been there at some point or another with wanting Skov?

[It was light, almost a joke, but sincere, too. He leaned his head on Ronan's shoulder.]

I wasn't gonna kick you to the curb for that. I wasn't gonna kick you for anything. 'sides, we weren't official then, so...

[He shrugged a little.]

I still want you to be my boyfriend. Even if you wanna fuck around with Skov. It's not a dealbreaker. It's not like you want to fuck everyone.

[He went quiet for a moment, not quite hesitating but thinking over his words before he said anything else.]

We might even be able to work out something with Skov and Swan if you want.