[There's a breath of something that's not-quite amusement, not-quite laughter, shaking his head with a quirk of his lips as Kavinsky's hand reaches out to shake him a little. It's the first sort of real contact he's had since he got to this place, Kavinsky the only trace he has of something here that's familiar, and that's a terrible, dangerous thing.]
See? And you guys had less-crappy taste in music than the rest. Stuck with Tad Carruthers or someone? Now that would be Hell.
[He lets the other boy touch him, brief as it is, doesn't so much as blink at the weight of his hand. He wasn't someone that was typically interested in affection when it came to strangers, but somehow Kavinsky being here, being in this with him, made him feel less like a stranger. They were in this together, right? The only people from home as far as he could tell, the only Raven Boys in a place that didn't even know what the fuck that meant, didn't hate them for it. Maybe it was better this way.]
Christ, I don't know if there is settling in here. Everything's so different.
[Lonely, is what he doesn't say.
And Ronan knows he's dangerous. That was okay, acceptable at home. But there were reasons understood why Declan could go to sleepovers, and Ronan couldn't. They almost never talked about it. One memory of his mother telling him to keep it a secret forever and more recently his father's words: don't tell, so Ronan didn't. But they never really said it out loud, never talked about the fact that Ronan could bring back his dreams, or any of the impossible things that filled the Barns.
Even the idea of sleeping here, away from everyone else, had still felt dangerous, even before Kavinsky had shown up. He leans in enough, just so that their shoulders brush- not a request for comfort or anything so desperate, even if he is- just a sliver of something companionable.]
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See? And you guys had less-crappy taste in music than the rest. Stuck with Tad Carruthers or someone? Now that would be Hell.
[He lets the other boy touch him, brief as it is, doesn't so much as blink at the weight of his hand. He wasn't someone that was typically interested in affection when it came to strangers, but somehow Kavinsky being here, being in this with him, made him feel less like a stranger. They were in this together, right? The only people from home as far as he could tell, the only Raven Boys in a place that didn't even know what the fuck that meant, didn't hate them for it. Maybe it was better this way.]
Christ, I don't know if there is settling in here. Everything's so different.
[Lonely, is what he doesn't say.
And Ronan knows he's dangerous. That was okay, acceptable at home. But there were reasons understood why Declan could go to sleepovers, and Ronan couldn't. They almost never talked about it. One memory of his mother telling him to keep it a secret forever and more recently his father's words: don't tell, so Ronan didn't. But they never really said it out loud, never talked about the fact that Ronan could bring back his dreams, or any of the impossible things that filled the Barns.
Even the idea of sleeping here, away from everyone else, had still felt dangerous, even before Kavinsky had shown up. He leans in enough, just so that their shoulders brush- not a request for comfort or anything so desperate, even if he is- just a sliver of something companionable.]