[He waited for the punch line. 'I want you but' or something. There wasn't one. There was just Ronan, holding out his hand, expression more hopeful than Kavinsky'd ever seen. His heart lurched. He was almost too afraid to believe it. It took Ronan now, right up until the last possible moment before what Kavinsky knew would be disaster, before he changed his mind? He didn't think it was kidnapping Matthew that had caused this.
He didn't know what had caused this.
Sneering, Kavinsky looked away, but he watched Ronan out of the corner of his eye.]
You're a fucking dick.
[But- he turned his head to look at Ronan properly. After a second, he even stepped closer and reached out, sliding his hand into Ronan's. It was good to touch him, dream or not, and he hoped the other boy didn't notice the way his fingers trembled.]
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He didn't know what had caused this.
Sneering, Kavinsky looked away, but he watched Ronan out of the corner of his eye.]
You're a fucking dick.
[But- he turned his head to look at Ronan properly. After a second, he even stepped closer and reached out, sliding his hand into Ronan's. It was good to touch him, dream or not, and he hoped the other boy didn't notice the way his fingers trembled.]
If you're fucking with me, I will end you.
[He'd probably end himself first, though.]