[When Kavinsky swallowed, there was a lump in his throat. He wanted to tell Ronan that he absolutely did owe him, after how shit had gone down, but he thought- he'd had time to reflect and maybe a lot of it had been his own fault. He'd pushed too hard, too fast, expected too much from the other boy after the time they'd spent together in the dream field.]
You don't owe me shit.
[His voice was a little rough, a little unsteady.]
But I'll take the help.
[Ronan was glad he was here. Ronan was glad to see him. Him, of all people. He didn't know what had brought Ronan to this moment but something bad must've happened.]
Well, you wouldn't have done what I did.
[After all, no one had measured Ronan's dick yet. And he hadn't nearly gotten into a fist fight with an orphan child. 'Course, there was still time for both of those things.]
Does this mean you wanna be friends?
[Friends, for real. Friends who didn't kidnap the other's brother. Friends who didn't tell one of them 'you're not good enough'. It was a loaded question, but he did his best to make it sound casual.]
no subject
You don't owe me shit.
[His voice was a little rough, a little unsteady.]
But I'll take the help.
[Ronan was glad he was here. Ronan was glad to see him. Him, of all people. He didn't know what had brought Ronan to this moment but something bad must've happened.]
Well, you wouldn't have done what I did.
[After all, no one had measured Ronan's dick yet. And he hadn't nearly gotten into a fist fight with an orphan child. 'Course, there was still time for both of those things.]
Does this mean you wanna be friends?
[Friends, for real. Friends who didn't kidnap the other's brother. Friends who didn't tell one of them 'you're not good enough'. It was a loaded question, but he did his best to make it sound casual.]