[Ronan's wants are just as messy at this point as they are later in his life. But finding out that Kavinsky was a dreamer too draws out the truth, makes him face just how much he'd craved someone else that he could share this with. It forges a strange connection between them, because the other boy understands things about his secrets. And Ronan had never even considered it.
It feels like truth, the idea of being able to do anything between the two of them. Not just because they were dreamers, but because that was the sort of people that they were. He wanted to learn, he wanted Kavinsky to show him all of the things he didn't understand. For the first moment since he realized that this was real and that he was alone he forgets about having lost his family and his home.
Ronan might be softer, but he's still reckless, still likes adrenaline and craves stimulation. It just doesn't have the same sort of desperation, self-destruction threaded through it that it does in the boy that he becomes later.]
You dreamt them.
[There's a bit of awe to his voice. The pills might seem meaningless, but they're so clearly something that comes from being able to dream what you want, that he can't help himself. K can devise the answer to a dream problem, and then go get it; both things that Ronan has yet to manage. And while Ronan is before the insomnia, he still knows that sleep can be an uneven thing. Especially when you want it, and that makes them invaluable.
He rolls the pill between his fingers, looking it over, and then with a smile at K that's clearly conspiratorial, places it on his tongue. He probably should've grabbed water from the fountain before he headed out here, but he hadn't been thinking about it at the time. But it's fine. His saliva is enough to swallow, even if it's not precisely comfortable.
He does not expect it to hit him as fast as it does. It hits him hard, too. The way it drags him down like there are claws involved.]
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It feels like truth, the idea of being able to do anything between the two of them. Not just because they were dreamers, but because that was the sort of people that they were. He wanted to learn, he wanted Kavinsky to show him all of the things he didn't understand. For the first moment since he realized that this was real and that he was alone he forgets about having lost his family and his home.
Ronan might be softer, but he's still reckless, still likes adrenaline and craves stimulation. It just doesn't have the same sort of desperation, self-destruction threaded through it that it does in the boy that he becomes later.]
You dreamt them.
[There's a bit of awe to his voice. The pills might seem meaningless, but they're so clearly something that comes from being able to dream what you want, that he can't help himself. K can devise the answer to a dream problem, and then go get it; both things that Ronan has yet to manage. And while Ronan is before the insomnia, he still knows that sleep can be an uneven thing. Especially when you want it, and that makes them invaluable.
He rolls the pill between his fingers, looking it over, and then with a smile at K that's clearly conspiratorial, places it on his tongue. He probably should've grabbed water from the fountain before he headed out here, but he hadn't been thinking about it at the time. But it's fine. His saliva is enough to swallow, even if it's not precisely comfortable.
He does not expect it to hit him as fast as it does. It hits him hard, too. The way it drags him down like there are claws involved.]