[What was he saying? He took a breath and tried to consider how to say this, if there was a good way to be honest. Kavinsky didn't always know what he wanted, but he'd known he wanted Ronan. Except- maybe even that wasn't honest, because it felt bigger than that, now. Less like want, more like need.]

I know you're gonna go back.

[It takes effort, but he manages to sound neutral about it, like it doesn't feel like a rejection. And he's trying not to fixate on that, because it isn't really the point. It's not really what he wants to say, isn't what he means.]

But you can come back here, too. Cause I--

[Come back to me is what he means, but he doesn't quite know the words for that. Really, the thing about this that got under his skin, that pissed him off, was that Ronan thought he needed the car, needed it to be perfect. It wasn't that Ronan wanted to fix Gansey's car; it was that he felt that he had to. He didn't think he was worth going back without it, he didn't think he meant enough to Gansey without a gift or an apology in his hands, and fuck everything about that. He thought Ronan was wrong, but the fact that he didn't know that was still infuriating.

Of course, Ronan could be oblivious. Maybe Gansey just didn't say it enough. But then, maybe Kavinsky had been making the same mistake. Kavinsky had never pretended to be good at this shit though; golden boy Dick the Third seemed like he ought to be.]

Shit man, you're worth more than any fucking car to me, alright?