[Kavinsky smiles and Ronan can't help being affected by the sight. He's sharp, but somehow that just makes the warmth look even better on him. Or maybe he just can't help being affected when he's smiling at him. Ronan at least understood struggling with emotions, how hard they were to put into words.

Of course with Ronan, his emotions were hardly subtle; he's easy to read from the tilt of his head to the set of his shoulders. He's still expressive, even when that didn't mean smashing his fist into a wall all the time. His blue eyes are bright, his smile easy as his thumb slides against the other boy's hand, touching just because he can, because Kavinsky hasn't let go.

He laughs soft and amused when the other boy declares him a better roommate than Prokopenko. This was entirely new territory; he'd yet to have the experience of being someone's roommate yet. He had a feeling it was going to be different than living with his brothers. But he still wanted it. The idea of having another dreamer to help him work through the ability he'd been struggling with since he was small.]

Yeah, exactly. Dream it into whatever we want. Maybe start with a bed though, so we're not dreaming in those shitty chairs.