[Kavinsky wasn't sure what he felt right now, as he watched Ronan. He'd never been able to share this with anyone, not even Proko, though Proko knew him better than maybe anyone else. He had the urge to kiss him, but that would have been too much. Not just because Ronan was younger (Kavinsky didn't give a shit), but because Ronan barely knew him. Some things needed time, and Kavinsky could be patient. He could be so patient.]
A dog. [The memory was hazy, faded with time and how young he'd been, but the trauma of it made it sharp at the same time.] I didn't mean to, but I wanted a dog so badly.
[Something he could connect with in lieu of actual friends. He'd always wanted someone or something he could connect with, for as long as he could remember. Yet he'd never dreamed himself a companion. After the dog, he'd been afraid to.]
Dad, he- [Kavinsky made a face as he looked away. He could still remember the way his father had reacted, the horrible things he'd done. He remembered crying and being yelled at for that, too.
He wasn't going to say what had happened to his newly dreamed dog. He wasn't that cruel.] The fucker.
[Taking a breath, he looked back at Ronan, schooling his expression into something that said he didn't care about what had happened, even if it was a huge lie. His previous tone had already given it away.]
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A dog. [The memory was hazy, faded with time and how young he'd been, but the trauma of it made it sharp at the same time.] I didn't mean to, but I wanted a dog so badly.
[Something he could connect with in lieu of actual friends. He'd always wanted someone or something he could connect with, for as long as he could remember. Yet he'd never dreamed himself a companion. After the dog, he'd been afraid to.]
Dad, he- [Kavinsky made a face as he looked away. He could still remember the way his father had reacted, the horrible things he'd done. He remembered crying and being yelled at for that, too.
He wasn't going to say what had happened to his newly dreamed dog. He wasn't that cruel.] The fucker.
[Taking a breath, he looked back at Ronan, schooling his expression into something that said he didn't care about what had happened, even if it was a huge lie. His previous tone had already given it away.]
What about you?