[Kavinsky doesn't flinch when Ronan presses fingers to his chest. He leans into the contact, just a little, like it's almost reassuring. He lets his fingers stroke softly against Ronan's cheek, quiet for a moment. He's trying to work out what to say.

He could pull away, but he thinks that he'd hate himself forever for being so much of a coward. Instead, he smiles at Ronan a little bit sweetly, longing and desire and the complicated tangle of his emotions.]

You've never been a game to me, Ro.

[Then he takes a breath and says the scariest words he thinks he's ever contemplated- but leaving this up to Ronan had been a pretty dubious choice in the first place. But it had been easier, had saved him from having to be vulnerable]

You're all I want. I just didn't know what we were doing- if you wanted to date me, or if I was just your secret lover. But look, I didn't want to hurt you.

[He wants to say so much than than that, but he doesn't, because he wants to give Ronan space to talk too. He wants to know what he wants, if he's alone in this, if Ronan doesn't want to date him but doesn't want him to date anyone else.

Though Ronan having punched a kid in the face, it probably wouldn't take long for rumors to come to that decision on their own. But Kavinsky didn't give a fuck, or he wouldn't be standing here soft as anything, tracing over the line of his cheekbone, breathing under the press of his hands.

Ronan was the only part of this equation that he gave a shit about.]