[There's that moment where Kavinsky sneers and looks away, and it's like Ronan's heart falls. He thinks for a moment that he hasn't done enough, hasn't gotten the words right. But then he turns back to him, and it tugs a slightly sad smile to his mouth at the words.]
Yeah, I know.
[His breath catches and comes a little rough as Kavinsky steps in closer, sliding their hands together, and he squeezes his fingers softly against his hand. He shifts in closer almost on reflex, because it feels almost magnetic being close to him like this. His other hand pressed against his side, touching his ribs through his shirt.]
I'm not fucking with you. I meant what I said.
[Yes, there was an explanation that needed to happen. But Kavinsky was distracting, and he'd never actually had to explain what he was to someone before. And he was hoping he could wait until the dreamer wasn't on the edge of dying in flames. He hadn't known how to do this right, back then.
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Yeah, I know.
[His breath catches and comes a little rough as Kavinsky steps in closer, sliding their hands together, and he squeezes his fingers softly against his hand. He shifts in closer almost on reflex, because it feels almost magnetic being close to him like this. His other hand pressed against his side, touching his ribs through his shirt.]
I'm not fucking with you. I meant what I said.
[Yes, there was an explanation that needed to happen. But Kavinsky was distracting, and he'd never actually had to explain what he was to someone before. And he was hoping he could wait until the dreamer wasn't on the edge of dying in flames. He hadn't known how to do this right, back then.
--He really wants to kiss him.]