[Kavinsky took a breath, pressed a kiss to Ronan's cheek. He came so close, so close to making some kind of joke about touching Ronan, but decided in the end now wasn't really the time. Which said a lot about his self-restraint and how much he cared about the other boy.]

Okay. I'll grab the whiskey and we can talk in bed.

[He could even start the fireplace. Make it extra cozy and a touch romantic. As if what they were going to be talking about was romantic in the slightest, most likely.]

I suck at this shit too, so I'm not going to judge you for anything. [He smiled and it was slightly watery. Ronan being here with him was a second chance he would never pass up. Knowing Ronan had to die to be here though...it hurt him.]

I know.

[He kissed Ronan, soft and sweet, before pulling away so he could go to the kitchen and grab the bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses. Then he gestured for Ronan to follow him upstairs, to the master bedroom.

The bed was massive, a king size, in a sleigh bed frame made of dark wood. Carved into the wood were stylized dragons. The rest of the bed was draped in blankets of varying degrees of soft from 'mild' to 'very', including a throw that was either faux fur or real fur. There were also enough pillows to prop themselves up on if they wanted to, so they could drink and talk while being cuddled up.]

Make yourself at home.