[His voice is hushed and unsure, because while the other boy agrees, he sounds less than enthusiastic. Kavinsky can't help the worry that he'd made the wrong joke or pushed too hard.
For a moment, the bravado, the confidence and pretense peels away. Leaves Kavinsky just a soft boy, mouth kiss-flushed and lips parted, dark eyes watching him as they stand there close. Naked and hopeful, and something almost uncertain in how he looks at him. But he doesn't want to ruin the moment by asking what's wrong, so instead he just reaches up and cups the side of Ronan's face, the touch quiet and tender- different than what he's always pretended to be.
With someone else he would have shrugged it off, not worried about it. But with Ronan it was-- he cared, he cared enough to let him under his skin, to see who he really was. But he didn't really know how to put that into words, so what he says instead is just:]
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[His voice is hushed and unsure, because while the other boy agrees, he sounds less than enthusiastic. Kavinsky can't help the worry that he'd made the wrong joke or pushed too hard.
For a moment, the bravado, the confidence and pretense peels away. Leaves Kavinsky just a soft boy, mouth kiss-flushed and lips parted, dark eyes watching him as they stand there close. Naked and hopeful, and something almost uncertain in how he looks at him. But he doesn't want to ruin the moment by asking what's wrong, so instead he just reaches up and cups the side of Ronan's face, the touch quiet and tender- different than what he's always pretended to be.
With someone else he would have shrugged it off, not worried about it. But with Ronan it was-- he cared, he cared enough to let him under his skin, to see who he really was. But he didn't really know how to put that into words, so what he says instead is just:]
I want you.
[He just hopes that's enough.]