[Kavinsky laughs, openly pleased, and Ronan can only shake his head, a slight smile twitching at his lips in spite of himself. He was charming like this, even when he was being a little bit terrible.]

I guess I wouldn't mind, either. Since you don't snore. Might be easier while we're getting things settled, at any rate.

[He aims for casual, like the idea of it doesn't run a thrill through him. But while Ronan had his own bedroom back at the Barns, of course, the idea of being close like that tempts the part of him that leans toward codependence. Before he'd found him, when he thought he was entirely on his own, he'd been so lonely, the feeling tipping over into that choked, helpless anger. His knuckles still a bit scuffed because punching a brick wall had seemed like the best outlet he had.

He likes the idea of being close. But admitting to it, expressing that sort of vulnerability still feels like exposing too much of himself. But then Kavinsky has seen more of that side of him than Ronan's even aware of, yet. He lets his fingers slide up against the other teen's shoulder for a moment, before falling away, but he still holds his hand.]