[Ronan's shoulders shake for a moment, but he tries to hide it, to pretend that he's fine. But there's something about this, about the whiplash from nearly dying, to the terror of being revealed, to finding out Kavinsky's a dreamer too, and now.. whatever this is. The way that the other teen tells him that he's safe here and it hits him in his chest, a tight tangle of emotions that Ronan hardly knows how to feel. He almost wants to fucking cry, but he's not about to breakdown.
Even if he hasn't felt safe since his father died. He hasn't felt like he was safe in longer, but it's been worse at Aglionby. Instead he just swallows, tries to breathe, and makes a wry sound of something like sharp-edged amusement. He's trying to not seem over-affected, especially in front of Kavinsky and Prokopenko. They've both been here for him when Ronan thought he had no one, but it's still a difficult thing.]
Guess burying a body makes for fast friends. But no, I.. I didn't think I had anyone anymore. Who was I going to call? You're- I don't fucking know. The safest thing that I've got.
[His voice is more affected than Ronan entirely realizes, shakes a little as he shrugs his broad shoulders. Blue eyes looking slowly over at Kavinsky, and then to Prokopenko. He'd thought he was going to die, and in his worst heart hadn't been entirely upset at the idea. It's still not quite thank you, but it's a sort of admittance despite that. He's still saying that it matters, that they matter, that this feels safe, even if he'd never thought he'd find someplace that felt like that ever again.
With his family, his brothers, he'd never been lonely. But now it's been eating at him- he hadn't realized how desperate he was for it until Kavinsky had said it. He wants to hold onto one of them honestly, but he'd rather die than seem like a child, even if he's still a bit overwhelmed with it all. He isn't quite as unflinching as stone just yet.]
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Even if he hasn't felt safe since his father died. He hasn't felt like he was safe in longer, but it's been worse at Aglionby. Instead he just swallows, tries to breathe, and makes a wry sound of something like sharp-edged amusement. He's trying to not seem over-affected, especially in front of Kavinsky and Prokopenko. They've both been here for him when Ronan thought he had no one, but it's still a difficult thing.]
Guess burying a body makes for fast friends. But no, I.. I didn't think I had anyone anymore. Who was I going to call? You're- I don't fucking know. The safest thing that I've got.
[His voice is more affected than Ronan entirely realizes, shakes a little as he shrugs his broad shoulders. Blue eyes looking slowly over at Kavinsky, and then to Prokopenko. He'd thought he was going to die, and in his worst heart hadn't been entirely upset at the idea. It's still not quite thank you, but it's a sort of admittance despite that. He's still saying that it matters, that they matter, that this feels safe, even if he'd never thought he'd find someplace that felt like that ever again.
With his family, his brothers, he'd never been lonely. But now it's been eating at him- he hadn't realized how desperate he was for it until Kavinsky had said it. He wants to hold onto one of them honestly, but he'd rather die than seem like a child, even if he's still a bit overwhelmed with it all. He isn't quite as unflinching as stone just yet.]