[If anything, he was amused by the sight of the plant and its chocolate-covered peanuts. He wondered how many other things were dreamt, as he looked around Ronan's bedroom. It felt intimate being here, but not in a sexual sort of way, more like-- like a vulnerability. It was exactly the opposite of Kavinsky inviting anyone into his home.
Glad to have a free hand when Ronan took the rosebush, Kavinsky combed his fingers through his hair, looking around again. Quickly, his attention returned to the other boy, and he swore he was going to kiss him. But he didn't. They were close enough that Kavinsky could have taken the kiss himself, but he paused.]
You're lucky. I've never felt that way about any place I've grown up in.
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Glad to have a free hand when Ronan took the rosebush, Kavinsky combed his fingers through his hair, looking around again. Quickly, his attention returned to the other boy, and he swore he was going to kiss him. But he didn't. They were close enough that Kavinsky could have taken the kiss himself, but he paused.]
You're lucky. I've never felt that way about any place I've grown up in.