so I've been putting a lot of thought into something and I wanna talk to you about it without you laughing at me or some shit
[He wasn't really sure if Ronan would laugh at him about this, but he was feeling vulnerable and it was better to get that threat(?) out of the way first.
He'd been thinking about it on and off for weeks since one of the times he'd talked to Momo and maybe he should've done something about this sooner, but. It was better late than never, right?]
also this isn't about us we're fine I love you I've just been soul searching or something
[He was usually a speedy texter. He always got back to people in a timely manner. But this time- he stared at his phone for a long few minutes. He'd thought texting Ronan about this would make it easier, but maybe it'd be better to talk about it face to face. Ronan would probably be more supportive and comforting than Frosting. Not that Frosting was bad at either of those things- just by being a dog she excelled, but she also couldn't talk.]
yeah okay so long as ur not busy I mean and I appreciate you
I'm pretty much never busy when you're asking, sweetheart. I'll be home soon. you know I love you, yeah? cause I do.
[He sounds a little insecure, and Ronan just- he wants to help. He wants to do something when so many times in the past it feels like he hasn't.
It doesn't take him long to get home, his car pulling up, then the way the door shuts, kicking off his boots in the entryway. He's trying not to worry, he's mostly sure that whatever is going on, he can't imagine anything he can't handle.]
K? Darling? Babe?
[His tone is warm, but playful, like without saying it out loud he can still say that he matters. He sorta wants to just bundle him up in his arms and cuddle him against his chest while they talk through whatever it is that has the boy he loves such a mess.]
[He did know and that was part of why he felt like he could do this, maybe. He had Ronan's love and support and that made some things easier. Maybe. He didn't know how he'd feel about actually doing this thing yet, but in theory...he thought he could handle it.
He paced the house while he waited for Ronan to get home, and the moment the words were out of his mouth (which made Kavinsky feel warm down to his toes), he more or less flung himself into Ronan's arms, pressing against him.]
Hey. Hope I didn't make you drop anything important.
[It was as close as he was going to get to 'sorry I made you come home suddenly'.]
[Ronan couldn't help smiling, just wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, tucking his face into the side of his neck, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck. Just easy affection, just warmth, trying to curl his love around him. It's actually sort of reassuring for Ronan the way that Kavinsky flings himself at him, because while he believes him that they're fine, that this isn't about their relationship- the visceral physicality kills the shadows that always haunt Ronan's thoughts.]
Nah. Anyway, I wanna be here for you. So if you need me- I want you to ask. I was just looking around some stores, though.
[So no, he hadn't been doing anything important. But he also -- he wanted Kavinsky to know that it didn't matter. That he wanted to be here for him, that he wasn't imposing, that when Ronan said that he wanted him, he didn't just mean when it was sexy or easy. He also meant when he needed a shoulder, or someone to hold onto him. He meant this, too.
He didn't want him to say sorry. He pressed a kiss to his temple, softly brushing his dark hair back from his face, but it was mostly just an excuse to touch him.]
I was thinking we could curl up together while we talk, if you'd like that. On the couch, maybe?
[His tone says that it's Kavinsky's choice, but also that Ronan is trying to be supportive, trying to offer what he thinks he might need.]
[He'd never had someone who supported him the way Ronan did. Sure, he'd had his pack and they were his friends, but that was different. They didn't love him he way Ronan did. There wasn't a day that went by that Kavinsky didn't think about how lucky he was. He didn't ever want to take this for granted.]
Thanks.
[He appreciated Ronan, he really did. He appreciated the feeling of his arms wrapped around him, the warmth of his body, every touch, but he also appreciated other things, like Ronan dropping whatever he was doing to be here for him. It meant a lot to him, more than he knew how to put into words.
Smiling a little, he kissed Ronan softly.]
Yeah. Curling up with you always sounds like a good idea.
[It wasn't even an innuendo, unless cuddling was suddenly scandalous.
He pulled away far enough to take Ronan's hand and tug him towards the living room.]
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and I wanna talk to you about it
without you laughing at me or some shit
[He wasn't really sure if Ronan would laugh at him about this, but he was feeling vulnerable and it was better to get that threat(?) out of the way first.
He'd been thinking about it on and off for weeks since one of the times he'd talked to Momo and maybe he should've done something about this sooner, but. It was better late than never, right?]
also this isn't about us
we're fine
I love you
I've just been
soul searching or something
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I'm not gonna laugh at you K
I love you
I wouldn't when it's something serious.
and if you've been soul-searching or something
I wanna be there for you-
whatever you need.
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yeah
okay
so long as ur not busy I mean
and
I appreciate you
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I'll be home soon.
you know I love you, yeah? cause I do.
[He sounds a little insecure, and Ronan just- he wants to help. He wants to do something when so many times in the past it feels like he hasn't.
It doesn't take him long to get home, his car pulling up, then the way the door shuts, kicking off his boots in the entryway. He's trying not to worry, he's mostly sure that whatever is going on, he can't imagine anything he can't handle.]
K? Darling? Babe?
[His tone is warm, but playful, like without saying it out loud he can still say that he matters. He sorta wants to just bundle him up in his arms and cuddle him against his chest while they talk through whatever it is that has the boy he loves such a mess.]
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[He did know and that was part of why he felt like he could do this, maybe. He had Ronan's love and support and that made some things easier. Maybe. He didn't know how he'd feel about actually doing this thing yet, but in theory...he thought he could handle it.
He paced the house while he waited for Ronan to get home, and the moment the words were out of his mouth (which made Kavinsky feel warm down to his toes), he more or less flung himself into Ronan's arms, pressing against him.]
Hey. Hope I didn't make you drop anything important.
[It was as close as he was going to get to 'sorry I made you come home suddenly'.]
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Nah. Anyway, I wanna be here for you. So if you need me- I want you to ask. I was just looking around some stores, though.
[So no, he hadn't been doing anything important. But he also -- he wanted Kavinsky to know that it didn't matter. That he wanted to be here for him, that he wasn't imposing, that when Ronan said that he wanted him, he didn't just mean when it was sexy or easy. He also meant when he needed a shoulder, or someone to hold onto him. He meant this, too.
He didn't want him to say sorry. He pressed a kiss to his temple, softly brushing his dark hair back from his face, but it was mostly just an excuse to touch him.]
I was thinking we could curl up together while we talk, if you'd like that. On the couch, maybe?
[His tone says that it's Kavinsky's choice, but also that Ronan is trying to be supportive, trying to offer what he thinks he might need.]
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Thanks.
[He appreciated Ronan, he really did. He appreciated the feeling of his arms wrapped around him, the warmth of his body, every touch, but he also appreciated other things, like Ronan dropping whatever he was doing to be here for him. It meant a lot to him, more than he knew how to put into words.
Smiling a little, he kissed Ronan softly.]
Yeah. Curling up with you always sounds like a good idea.
[It wasn't even an innuendo, unless cuddling was suddenly scandalous.
He pulled away far enough to take Ronan's hand and tug him towards the living room.]