[He hadn't thought things would get this bad. He hadn't thought they were anywhere near this bad to start with. He'd been wrong. He'd probably been stupid, too. He couldn't even blame Prokopenko for punching him. He knew just a little about how protective Kavinsky's boys were of him.
So he decided to take matters into his own hands. He'd fucked up before but- he couldn't imagine a Henrietta without Kavinsky in it, no matter how often they fought. They might not have always seen eye-to-eye, but- it hurt to think of losing him, even if Ronan didn't realize the full meaning of that yet.
There was a lump in his throat when Kavinsky answered the door. Reflexively, Ronan looked him over, gaze lingering on the bandages on his arm. Gaze flicking back up to the other boy's face, Ronan hesitated. It wasn't a purposeful silence; he wasn't trying to be a dick. He was just trying to think.]
I thought you could use some company.
[He said finally. Not are you okay or you look like shit or even I'm sorry, but there was a chance for anything. He felt...guilty. This was his fault; it had to be. He'd left Kavinsky standing alone in the dreaming field without so much as a second thought and- he sucked in a breath, rubbing a hand over his head.
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So he decided to take matters into his own hands. He'd fucked up before but- he couldn't imagine a Henrietta without Kavinsky in it, no matter how often they fought. They might not have always seen eye-to-eye, but- it hurt to think of losing him, even if Ronan didn't realize the full meaning of that yet.
There was a lump in his throat when Kavinsky answered the door. Reflexively, Ronan looked him over, gaze lingering on the bandages on his arm. Gaze flicking back up to the other boy's face, Ronan hesitated. It wasn't a purposeful silence; he wasn't trying to be a dick. He was just trying to think.]
I thought you could use some company.
[He said finally. Not are you okay or you look like shit or even I'm sorry, but there was a chance for anything. He felt...guilty. This was his fault; it had to be. He'd left Kavinsky standing alone in the dreaming field without so much as a second thought and- he sucked in a breath, rubbing a hand over his head.
After a moment, he added-]
Prokopenko told me what happened.