[Oh. And here he'd been teasing, here he'd been- he didn't know. He just knew he felt something genuine and fond and aching for Ronan. If everything hadn't gone to shit first, he'd think this was almost too good to be true. But he'd suffered too much to get to this point--and he supposed he wasn't the only one. Ronan had been through some shit too, though to what extent he didn't really know.

He slid his hands over Ronan's skin, touching his face, his neck, his shoulders, for the sake of touching him, reminding himself he was actually there and Kavinsky wasn't wildly hallucinating.]

We're gonna have time for that. For all of that. We can make up for everything.

[Make up for all the missed time, all the times they'd been at each other's throats when they could have been holding hands and sappy shit like that. It'd been so long- he couldn't be angry anymore. Ronan had wanted him before, loved him, but he'd been scared, and fuck, if Kavinsky couldn't understand how that felt. They'd been two celestial bodies orbiting each other, but they'd crashed and burned.

They would have another chance. Kavinsky was still alive, even if he'd technically died before. He just had to get out of this place, somehow. He didn't know how. He assumed Ronan had the answers.]

You're okay. I'm okay. And we're going to get out of here and wake up.

[And then he was never leaving Ronan's side again. He might not have said it out loud, but it was woven into his tone, there between the lines.]