[It took him a bit to answer, not because he was avoiding Elijah or anything, but because Ronan wasn't always the most punctual with phones. When he finally picked up his phone and went to his messages, he stared at the words for a long minute.
There was a dark, gnawing pit inside of Ronan, something that had done nothing but steadily grow since Kavinsky's death. It was guilt and longing and more guilt sprinkled on top for good measure. It wasn't as bad as it'd been at first, exactly, but it was still there. He just got better at covering it up, like a bruise hidden under clothes. Except he knew it was still there.]
I could have stopped Kavinsky from dying
[That was all he texted back, no response to the question of racing.]
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There was a dark, gnawing pit inside of Ronan, something that had done nothing but steadily grow since Kavinsky's death. It was guilt and longing and more guilt sprinkled on top for good measure. It wasn't as bad as it'd been at first, exactly, but it was still there. He just got better at covering it up, like a bruise hidden under clothes. Except he knew it was still there.]
I could have stopped Kavinsky from dying
[That was all he texted back, no response to the question of racing.]