[Kavinsky talks and Ronan's heart lurches in his chest. There was so much that he wanted to say, but he didn't feel like he could get the words right. He felt- overwhelmed by all of it. By how close Kavinsky was, and how beautiful he was, and how he deserved so much good in his life and had so few people to try and give it to him. So he shifts, so that he can lean over him and kiss him instead, sweet and loving and like a promise. With all the weight of saying I do in front of an altar, despite the fact that they're a mess; curled up together in a ball on the floor. Because he does, he does. He wants him and he wants to keep him, and he wants to find out if life is worth living when he isn't doing it alone.

When he breaks the kiss, he tugs Kavinsky up to his feet gently, giving him time even when there's an urgency that pulses with his heartbeat. He knows it's been hardly any time at all since Kavinsky was something other than human; it's been hardly any time at all for Ronan, either. But if anything, that just makes him need it more. Skin and blood and bone feel so heavy and like it's so hard to say what he needs to.

But he pauses a few paces from the bed, and he wraps his arms around him, hugging him tight and a little bit desperately.]

You didn't fuck everything up, K. Not on your own. God, I didn't want it to end like that. I didn't imagine-- But it's not like it happened out of nowhere. I hurt you. On purpose. I used you and I acted like it didn't matter.

[He pauses, and he cups Kavinsky's face in both his hands, and he kisses him again, because that's easier to say, and after putting it into words like that, he needs to show him that he cares in a way that feels visceral.]

I wont. Not ever again. I can promise you that. Because I want you, too.