[Ronan had in fact not thought about how that sounded until Kavinsky was teasing him about it with that smirk on his face. With his pale skin it's not hard to catch the flush that burns across his features, blue eyes wide as he looks at him. Maybe it should make him uncomfortable to see the return of this side of him. Where he's more like the boy he knew from school... but it doesn't. They're still touching, still close, and the words make him blush, but Kavinsky isn't wielding them like a weapon. He had two brothers, so was rather familiar with the difference.]
I didn't- I just meant--
[Ronan flusters, doesn't even really finish his sentence when he tries to deflect the accusation, trails off into a muttered curse. In part because now he's thinking about it. Not even necessarily sexually, but the thought of being close like that still makes him burn in a way he doesn't want to admit to.
Ronan glares at him, but it's without intent. He's not actually upset, just embarrassed.]
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I didn't- I just meant--
[Ronan flusters, doesn't even really finish his sentence when he tries to deflect the accusation, trails off into a muttered curse. In part because now he's thinking about it. Not even necessarily sexually, but the thought of being close like that still makes him burn in a way he doesn't want to admit to.
Ronan glares at him, but it's without intent. He's not actually upset, just embarrassed.]
God, you're such a jerk.