Cool.

[But it wasn't just cool. He was glad Ronan had been in charge of making the decision for what sort of tattoo Kavinsky had ended up with. He wouldn't have wanted just anything; there were plenty of things he could've balked at, but this was...it felt right. Not just because Ronan had picked it for him, but because it mirrored Ronan's own tattoo. The idea of potentially leaving it in the hands of a stranger didn't quite sit well with him, but it hadn't been left to a stranger and-

He kissed Ronan, soft and sweet.]

I like it.

[It would take some time to get used to it, of course, to not look at himself or in the mirror and be startled by the expanse of ink, but the same could be said about any sort of change.

Greywaren. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that word, but it felt more real now, somehow. In a better context than he'd heard it before.]

Maybe you can and you just don't know it yet.

[In his opinion, Ronan could do anything, but he was very much biased.

Taking Ronan's face in his hands, he kissed him again and nudged him a step or two towards the bed.]

We'll make up for some lost time and then we'll fix the world, yeah?