[There were a couple of suggestions he could make, different ways he could help. He was sure he could dream up something to suppress dreams just like he had shit to fall asleep at the drop of a hat, but he didn't want to do that to Ronan. No Dreamer deserved to be smothered, no matter how loose their control was. If Ronan didn't know him yet, if he didn't remember everything that had happened, that meant no one had taught him shit about what he could do, either. Kavinsky had been the one to do that.
Instead, it was far more plausible that they could dream together. He could help shape things, try to keep shit under control. He could also dream up a failsafe, in case he couldn't keep things smooth. Ronan hadn't struggled all that much with unintentional dreaming during the days they'd spent together, but Kavinsky vividly remembered the fucked up shit that had come from the other boy's head.]
We could dream together. Let me take the reins a little.
[He was throwing caution to the wind. The months he'd waited back home before confronting Ronan about being a Dreamer had been long enough. Sometimes he was patient, sometimes he wasn't.
He also wasn't entirely sure how dreaming together worked, though. He didn't have a lot of experience with it, but he was sure he could influence someone else's dream just like his own. On the other hand, he didn't know how much experience Ronan had with dreaming with other Dreamers. He knew less than he would have liked, but there was always time.]
That's why you're sleeping like shit, right? The dreams? And all of this-
[He gestured around them at the theater, but he meant this whole place, the planet, the weirdness of everything. It was a strange place, and most people had to feel safe before they could relax enough to sleep. It was hard to feel safe so far from home. He'd sleep better himself with a gun within reach again.]
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Instead, it was far more plausible that they could dream together. He could help shape things, try to keep shit under control. He could also dream up a failsafe, in case he couldn't keep things smooth. Ronan hadn't struggled all that much with unintentional dreaming during the days they'd spent together, but Kavinsky vividly remembered the fucked up shit that had come from the other boy's head.]
We could dream together. Let me take the reins a little.
[He was throwing caution to the wind. The months he'd waited back home before confronting Ronan about being a Dreamer had been long enough. Sometimes he was patient, sometimes he wasn't.
He also wasn't entirely sure how dreaming together worked, though. He didn't have a lot of experience with it, but he was sure he could influence someone else's dream just like his own. On the other hand, he didn't know how much experience Ronan had with dreaming with other Dreamers. He knew less than he would have liked, but there was always time.]
That's why you're sleeping like shit, right? The dreams? And all of this-
[He gestured around them at the theater, but he meant this whole place, the planet, the weirdness of everything. It was a strange place, and most people had to feel safe before they could relax enough to sleep. It was hard to feel safe so far from home. He'd sleep better himself with a gun within reach again.]