[Kavinsky exhaled slowly. It felt like everything in his life had been shifted slightly to the left and nothing was where he expected it to be. He managed not to say fuck Gansey at least. He was probably as disdainful of Gansey as Gansey was about him, and the idea that he kept Ronan on a short leash or whatever the fuck- sure, Kavinsky wanted to put a collar on Ronan himself, sometimes, but it was completely different. He didn't want to control Ronan; he wanted to set him free, help him reach his potential.

He also wanted to be wrapped up in his arms. And get off this frigid fuckin' beach. And maybe just get off, in general.

And Ronan wanted to do this thing better. What was the thing in question? Was he implying there was a chance at something more than friends? Kavinsky was trying not to get his hopes up, but it was one of the things he did best.]

I want to do this better, too.

[Whatever this was. He guessed they could figure it out together. That would be alright. He thought he could handle anything with Ronan at his side.

And then he snorted out a laugh.]

I hope you like blankets and fur and robes and shit. It took me a while to get actual pants when I got here.

[But he knew they offered blankets and packs for the new squid people, and it was definitely warmer than walking around mostly naked, especially when it was cold out.]