[Kavinsky knew. But Ronan was a diamond in the rough. All someone had to do was shine him up. He couldn't judge Ronan for his flaws because Kavinsky knew what they were like. Besides, there were far worse things in the world than being a little shitty at dreaming.]

Dreaming's freedom, where you can really be yourself.

[Without worrying about other people and what they thought. Unless, of course, you didn't know how to be yourself. Did Ronan know? Or had he been too smothered for however long? Kavinsky knew they had to keep the dreaming thing under wraps, but there was a difference between keeping secrets and being smothered.]

You'll get better.

[Kavinsky was going to help him. And they were, maybe, in a place that was safe for dreaming, so Ronan could practice more. He had faith in Ronan's ability to dream even if he didn't have faith that he wouldn't drop Kavinsky like a hot potato again.]

Did you want to set shit on fire or did you want to get out of here?

[Because he was starting to itch with the desire to hurl a Molotov into one of the empty buildings around them. It was safer than setting shit on fire for real, which took some of the thrill out of it but not all of it. Destruction was still destruction and there was nothing he could lay waste to for real right now without someone yelling at him, probably.]