[He honestly didn't expect Ronan to apologize to him, not for anything. So hearing I'm sorry caught him by surprise. The emotion flickered through his eyes, momentary and then it was gone. Always figuring shit out too late- did that mean- Ronan had dreamt about him, but that wasn't the revelation Kavinsky was having.
He took a deep breath, held it for a moment- but while he was trying to figure out how he felt about this, Ronan was holding onto him. And Kavinsky wasn't oblivious to his tears. He sighed; how was he supposed to stay angry when Ronan was crying? He slid a hand up, cupping the back of Ronan's head, fingers gentle and cool against his skin. He'd been expecting things to go a lot differently, he hadn't thought-]
I figured you'd be a bitch about it.
[There wasn't nearly as much bite to his tone as there could have been. He didn't mean this sort of reaction right now, either. He'd thought- maybe Ronan would try to get rid of him or something if he knew he was still around as a ghost. Not that K knew how someone would even go about doing that, but...
He let himself settle against Ronan as comfortably as he could, face tucked to his shoulder. If he'd still had a pulse his heart would have been racing, being this close to the boy he'd wanted for so long.]
So what'd you figure out since I died?
[He needed to know. He needed to know exactly why Ronan was crying. He hadn't thought anyone would shed tears over his death, maybe not even his boys. This was...it made him feel a little triumphant, as petty as it was.]
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He took a deep breath, held it for a moment- but while he was trying to figure out how he felt about this, Ronan was holding onto him. And Kavinsky wasn't oblivious to his tears. He sighed; how was he supposed to stay angry when Ronan was crying? He slid a hand up, cupping the back of Ronan's head, fingers gentle and cool against his skin. He'd been expecting things to go a lot differently, he hadn't thought-]
I figured you'd be a bitch about it.
[There wasn't nearly as much bite to his tone as there could have been. He didn't mean this sort of reaction right now, either. He'd thought- maybe Ronan would try to get rid of him or something if he knew he was still around as a ghost. Not that K knew how someone would even go about doing that, but...
He let himself settle against Ronan as comfortably as he could, face tucked to his shoulder. If he'd still had a pulse his heart would have been racing, being this close to the boy he'd wanted for so long.]
So what'd you figure out since I died?
[He needed to know. He needed to know exactly why Ronan was crying. He hadn't thought anyone would shed tears over his death, maybe not even his boys. This was...it made him feel a little triumphant, as petty as it was.]