They were on a time crunch. Kavinsky was aware of it. Maybe it was part of why he was so restless, desperate to escape the dream. It might be his last chance. If he'd had all the time in the world, he might have taunted Ronan for coming to him, of all people, but he also didn't want Ronan to change his mind. He'd come to Kavinsky for a reason, something that was bigger than just the two of them. He could respect that, but even more, he appreciated that they might have to burn the world down to do it. It spoke to his primal aspect, the part of him that craved destruction.

More importantly, though, he latched onto one thing Ronan said; I need you. It meant just as much to him as the unspoken apology. He wanted to be needed, he wanted to be important. He also wouldn't like Ronan as much as he did if he wasn't some kind of an asshole. Kavinsky just didn't want him to be the kind who pushed him away again. He'd been there, done that, and he wasn't eager for a repeat performance.

He had questions, too, but he let the dream carry them instead. What happens when this is all over? Am I just a means to an end?

Closing the distance between them, he didn't hesitate before taking Ronan's hand. A dozen different sarcastic things cycled through his mind, but what he actually said was, "When do we start?" And what, he wondered vaguely, was going to happen if the ley line went down?