[Kavinsky had spent his entire life until this night thinking he was the only one. Now everything had been tipped on its side in some sort of chaos and he welcomed it. He'd been desperate to not be alone, to have someone else like him in his life.
How close they'd come to losing Ronan, but here he was, alive and whole and sitting on Kavinsky's couch, looking as perfect as he could considering what he'd just been through. It took all of Kavinsky's willpower not to reach over and touch him, put a hand on his knee or brush his fingers through his hair. They weren't exactly friends, not yet, but he wanted them to be. He wanted to pull Ronan to his side and keep him. He was broken, just like his other boys, but he was something more, too. Who knew what they could accomplish together.
He looked away briefly when Proko sat down on Ronan's other side, watching the other boy exhale in a sigh.
Prokopenko didn't usually go around saving people's lives--just Kavinsky's. He wasn't sure how he felt about all of this. He had a bad feeling that things were going to get complicated, but maybe he was wrong, maybe everything would be...he didn't know, not easy but something like it. He also felt some sort of kinship with Ronan, something he wouldn't be able to explain in words. Maybe it had something to do with Ronan being a dreamer, maybe that was what Proko felt from him.
He looked over, locked eyes with Kavinsky for a moment, shrugged helplessly, and leaned his head back.]
I know the feeling. [Kavinsky said.] I've spent most of my life keeping it quiet. [His dad called him a freak. His mother treated him like he was a burden.] But you're safe here.
[He didn't usually do the comfort thing, especially not with people outside of his pack, but he was trying. Ronan was safe here, his secret was safe. Kavinsky didn't usually have the same troubles, didn't usually dream nightmares to life, but he knew how to handle them. There was more than one reason why he had a gun.]
I know, I'm probably the last person you'd think would keep you safe, but-
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How close they'd come to losing Ronan, but here he was, alive and whole and sitting on Kavinsky's couch, looking as perfect as he could considering what he'd just been through. It took all of Kavinsky's willpower not to reach over and touch him, put a hand on his knee or brush his fingers through his hair. They weren't exactly friends, not yet, but he wanted them to be. He wanted to pull Ronan to his side and keep him. He was broken, just like his other boys, but he was something more, too. Who knew what they could accomplish together.
He looked away briefly when Proko sat down on Ronan's other side, watching the other boy exhale in a sigh.
Prokopenko didn't usually go around saving people's lives--just Kavinsky's. He wasn't sure how he felt about all of this. He had a bad feeling that things were going to get complicated, but maybe he was wrong, maybe everything would be...he didn't know, not easy but something like it. He also felt some sort of kinship with Ronan, something he wouldn't be able to explain in words. Maybe it had something to do with Ronan being a dreamer, maybe that was what Proko felt from him.
He looked over, locked eyes with Kavinsky for a moment, shrugged helplessly, and leaned his head back.]
I know the feeling. [Kavinsky said.] I've spent most of my life keeping it quiet. [His dad called him a freak. His mother treated him like he was a burden.] But you're safe here.
[He didn't usually do the comfort thing, especially not with people outside of his pack, but he was trying. Ronan was safe here, his secret was safe. Kavinsky didn't usually have the same troubles, didn't usually dream nightmares to life, but he knew how to handle them. There was more than one reason why he had a gun.]
I know, I'm probably the last person you'd think would keep you safe, but-
[Kavinsky spread his hands.]
We've gotta look out for each other, right?