[There's a touch of tension to his shoulders, a spark in his blue eyes when Kavinsky says of course, but Ronan doesn't push back against it. It's not cruel, not mocking, but it somehow makes him feel something anyway- just not defensive like it would be if it had been someone else. Instead the sentiment feels not so much a judgement, but maybe that Kavinsky understood something about Ronan in ways that other people didn't.
There's something about the gesture, about watching Kavinsky crouch next to the flowers, fingers touching the petals in this dream that they share, and it feels almost intimate. But he shrugs off the thought. Instead just lets himself smile at the appreciation- he might not say it outloud, but he can see it. And that makes Ronan feel almost giddy. Because he'd always wanted this, to be able to show someone and have them appreciate what he made, not tell him to bury it forever.
He shrugs a little bit at the question, and his smile thins into something that isn't so easy; complicated and a little bit fraught.]
Not always. But- sometimes. [Ronan tries to act like it doesn't mean anything, like it doesn't bother him, because he doesn't quite know how to ask for help. Doesn't really know if there is such a thing as help for the things that haunt his dreams.]
If it turns into a nightmare. Or if I try to change the dream too much. Sometimes it just- happens. Sometimes it's just some thing, sometimes it's the horrors. They chase me, and if I don't wake up first they...
[His words are tight and clipped until the end, when he trails off. Of course, Kavinsky's seen what they do to him. Seen the scars on an older body, seen what happens when he brings the damage back with him, but Ronan doesn't know that. Of course, maybe the telling part of how much it affects him, is how the dream starts to pick up on it. He doesn't mean to, but K might want to remind it that it's not what they want before Ronan accidentally makes things messy.]
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There's something about the gesture, about watching Kavinsky crouch next to the flowers, fingers touching the petals in this dream that they share, and it feels almost intimate. But he shrugs off the thought. Instead just lets himself smile at the appreciation- he might not say it outloud, but he can see it. And that makes Ronan feel almost giddy. Because he'd always wanted this, to be able to show someone and have them appreciate what he made, not tell him to bury it forever.
He shrugs a little bit at the question, and his smile thins into something that isn't so easy; complicated and a little bit fraught.]
Not always. But- sometimes. [Ronan tries to act like it doesn't mean anything, like it doesn't bother him, because he doesn't quite know how to ask for help. Doesn't really know if there is such a thing as help for the things that haunt his dreams.]
If it turns into a nightmare. Or if I try to change the dream too much. Sometimes it just- happens. Sometimes it's just some thing, sometimes it's the horrors. They chase me, and if I don't wake up first they...
[His words are tight and clipped until the end, when he trails off. Of course, Kavinsky's seen what they do to him. Seen the scars on an older body, seen what happens when he brings the damage back with him, but Ronan doesn't know that. Of course, maybe the telling part of how much it affects him, is how the dream starts to pick up on it. He doesn't mean to, but K might want to remind it that it's not what they want before Ronan accidentally makes things messy.]