[Kavinsky's face scrunched. What, was he capable of putting out a siren's call now that could draw in Ronan from however far away after however many years? Ronan had to have been in a vault, that part seemed simple enough, but the rest- Kavinsky didn't know. He'd dreamed about Ronan over the weeks since he'd been released from Henrietta's vault but dreaming about someone wasn't the same as calling to them or waking them. Then again, they were dreamers.

Oh fuck, he hadn't dreamed this Ronan who was standing on his doorstep, had he? That idea alone was enough to make his stomach lurch. Trying to play it cool, he took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.]

Okay. You know, I haven't been out of Henrietta since I woke up, so...

[So he had no idea what the fuck was going on. But something was different, off, and...he couldn't stay angry at Ronan. Shit had been fucked before and it was easy to point fingers, but that'd been several lifetimes ago. Even if it felt like just a few months.]

Do you want to come in? We could talk about what exactly's going on.

[Inside was better for so many reasons, the main one being it was safer. The secondary one was they could go somewhere private where his boys wouldn't eavesdrop. Probably. Assuming they didn't kick up a fuss upon seeing Ronan. Kavinsky would be able to rein them in if they got out of hand, no matter what happened.

After a moment, probably belatedly, he shifted to the side and opened the door wider so there was actually room for Ronan to come inside.]