[He exhaled. He didn't really need to breathe, but there was that saying about old habits and it was true.]
It's a little fucking late, man.
[He'd come back to Ronan having a ghost for a friend at a future date, to be determined. He filed the information away though, and there was something about not being the only one that made him feel less lonely and a little jealous at the same time. He should've figured that if he'd come back as a ghost there was nothing stopping other people from doing the same thing, but-
More important than that, Ronan had just said he thought he loved him. If he'd been alive, Kavinsky would have gone through a series of reactions. A quickened pulse, a lump in his throat, fuck, maybe even butterflies in his stomach. It had been all he'd ever wanted- was still all he wanted.]
You're the one who's a dick.
[He could have elaborated, gone into all the reasons why, but he was pretty sure they both knew why. He didn't need to dig into the wound and make it worse. Instead, he smoothed his fingers over Ronan's cheeks, soft and gentle.]
You can't get rid of me that easily.
[Because here he still was, despite the odds.]
And-
[He hesitated. It wasn't easy to say no matter how true it was. Words were hard, sometimes, depending on what was being talked about. He'd never been good at expressing his feelings verbally.]
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It's a little fucking late, man.
[He'd come back to Ronan having a ghost for a friend at a future date, to be determined. He filed the information away though, and there was something about not being the only one that made him feel less lonely and a little jealous at the same time. He should've figured that if he'd come back as a ghost there was nothing stopping other people from doing the same thing, but-
More important than that, Ronan had just said he thought he loved him. If he'd been alive, Kavinsky would have gone through a series of reactions. A quickened pulse, a lump in his throat, fuck, maybe even butterflies in his stomach. It had been all he'd ever wanted- was still all he wanted.]
You're the one who's a dick.
[He could have elaborated, gone into all the reasons why, but he was pretty sure they both knew why. He didn't need to dig into the wound and make it worse. Instead, he smoothed his fingers over Ronan's cheeks, soft and gentle.]
You can't get rid of me that easily.
[Because here he still was, despite the odds.]
And-
[He hesitated. It wasn't easy to say no matter how true it was. Words were hard, sometimes, depending on what was being talked about. He'd never been good at expressing his feelings verbally.]
-I love you, too.