[It was too late for what they should have done. But they had another chance now. They could make up for their past mistakes, make everything right and just- embrace the chances they had.

His breath stuck in his chest for a moment when Ronan said he'd dreamed about him. Same, honestly. He'd had so many dreams about the other boy. It didn't escape his notice that Ronan said 'other stuff' instead of 'sex', and Kavinsky found it ridiculously endearing. But- if Ronan hadn't even kissed a boy before, did that mean he was a virgin too? Or had that changed? Surprisingly, Kavinsky didn't feel like asking right now.]

Don't. There's nothing wrong with you just because you're a dreamer. There's nothing wrong with you because you're gay. We're not what's 'normal' but that doesn't make us wrong.

[Really, who decided what was and wasn't normal? Regular straight people? Fuck 'em. Being the majority didn't make them right. He hated that they could make people like him and Ronan feel like there was something wrong with them. But he understood how Ronan felt. God, did he understand. He swung wildly between feeling like a freak and feeling like a god. Ronan's rejection before had made him feel sure he was a freak. But things were different now.]

We can take things slow for now, if you want. But I really want to kiss you.

[And he knew that didn't necessarily go hand in hand with taking things slow. He wasn't good at that; never had been.]