Well, if you don't mind sharing... I could certainly use the warmth after this.
[Ronan smiles at him, a little flushed, his face warm despite the cold. He means it, God, he means it. He'd wanted Kavinsky before, dreamt about him, even in the dreamfield there had been those feelings, like he'd break apart under how he touched him. He'd wanted him, he just hadn't known how to want him, how to feel like he was allowed to. He'd never kissed a boy before back then, and it had felt like such a big thing, like it would make him even worse, even more shameful of a creature.
He didn't believe that anymore.
Ronan leans in closer, so they're less forehead to forehead, and more cheek to cheek. As close as he can manage without kissing him.]
I wanna kiss you. But, I think that's my raven over there, so-- lemme grab her and then you can take me back and I can kiss you and maybe you can warm me up, yeah?
[Maybe Ronan owed him an explanation, telling him that he'd always wanted him and he'd just always been shit at expressing it or even acknowledging it. That he'd been too caught up in his own issues and self-hatred to just accept that he could like a boy that liked him and that it could be alright. That it wasn't K's fault, even if Kavinsky had handled things with all the grace of a freight train. In hindsight it was easy to see how desperately he'd been begging Ronan to just pay attention to him.]
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[Ronan smiles at him, a little flushed, his face warm despite the cold. He means it, God, he means it. He'd wanted Kavinsky before, dreamt about him, even in the dreamfield there had been those feelings, like he'd break apart under how he touched him. He'd wanted him, he just hadn't known how to want him, how to feel like he was allowed to. He'd never kissed a boy before back then, and it had felt like such a big thing, like it would make him even worse, even more shameful of a creature.
He didn't believe that anymore.
Ronan leans in closer, so they're less forehead to forehead, and more cheek to cheek. As close as he can manage without kissing him.]
I wanna kiss you. But, I think that's my raven over there, so-- lemme grab her and then you can take me back and I can kiss you and maybe you can warm me up, yeah?
[Maybe Ronan owed him an explanation, telling him that he'd always wanted him and he'd just always been shit at expressing it or even acknowledging it. That he'd been too caught up in his own issues and self-hatred to just accept that he could like a boy that liked him and that it could be alright. That it wasn't K's fault, even if Kavinsky had handled things with all the grace of a freight train. In hindsight it was easy to see how desperately he'd been begging Ronan to just pay attention to him.]