[He agreed wholeheartedly, in fact. Nobody in his family was perfect--he didn't think anyone was, really--but his father'd had no love for him before Kavinsky had seen to it to change things. Even now it was debatable, but better than it had been. The point was, he hadn't come from love and he hardly knew how to love himself but he'd be damned if he let that stop him from trying to find things to fill the void with. Maybe he was selfish for the reasons he wanted Ronan, but no one had ever accused him of being a saint.
He knew there was more to that sentence than 'I want you', that it didn't just end there. He was still going to let himself have a moment to bask in how it sounded, though. In Henrietta, he'd had few places that were truly his, except the dreaming field. You'd think he'd be able to make his home his own space, somewhere safe for dreaming, but even that was difficult when his mom kept poking her nose into his shit. She didn't understand the things he came up with. Ronan would. He'd accept a dream object, no matter how mundane or fantastical.
Once upon a time, he might have ribbed Ronan for the things he'd dreamed, but they'd both been showing off. Kavinsky hadn't wanted to come across as easily impressed, especially not when the goal had been to dream an entire car and Ronan had started with a pen. Ronan was safe to dream whatever he wanted, was the point. If you weren't safe around another dreamer, when were you safe?]
The two of us, kings. [Unstoppable. Powerful.
But also-]
So, does this mean you want to live together, here?
[He was trying not to smile, but he wasn't really succeeding.]
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[He agreed wholeheartedly, in fact. Nobody in his family was perfect--he didn't think anyone was, really--but his father'd had no love for him before Kavinsky had seen to it to change things. Even now it was debatable, but better than it had been. The point was, he hadn't come from love and he hardly knew how to love himself but he'd be damned if he let that stop him from trying to find things to fill the void with. Maybe he was selfish for the reasons he wanted Ronan, but no one had ever accused him of being a saint.
He knew there was more to that sentence than 'I want you', that it didn't just end there. He was still going to let himself have a moment to bask in how it sounded, though. In Henrietta, he'd had few places that were truly his, except the dreaming field. You'd think he'd be able to make his home his own space, somewhere safe for dreaming, but even that was difficult when his mom kept poking her nose into his shit. She didn't understand the things he came up with. Ronan would. He'd accept a dream object, no matter how mundane or fantastical.
Once upon a time, he might have ribbed Ronan for the things he'd dreamed, but they'd both been showing off. Kavinsky hadn't wanted to come across as easily impressed, especially not when the goal had been to dream an entire car and Ronan had started with a pen. Ronan was safe to dream whatever he wanted, was the point. If you weren't safe around another dreamer, when were you safe?]
The two of us, kings. [Unstoppable. Powerful.
But also-]
So, does this mean you want to live together, here?
[He was trying not to smile, but he wasn't really succeeding.]