[He wouldn't have blamed Kavinsky for saying no, actually. He wouldn't have been surprised if he'd slammed the door in Ronan's face. Ronan hadn't meant to push him to this edge- he'd never do that to anybody. Not on purpose. It made him burn with shame and guilt, a dozen what ifs running through his mind.
Stepping inside at the clear invitation, he reached behind him to shut the door, reaching out with his other hand and- he hesitated. Then rested his hand on Kavinsky's shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze like everything was normal, like everything was alright. He knew what it was like to hate yourself so much, to be so unhappy with the world that you wanted to end it all, even if his own attempt hadn't exactly been on purpose.
Stupidly, he almost asked if Kavinsky wanted something to drink, a glass of water or something, as if Ronan wasn't the guest in this situation. Shaking his head at himself, he sucked in a breath. What did he say? Silence between them had never felt awkward before, but it did now. Ronan was a master at silence, letting it stretch on and make others uncomfortable, and yet-
He swallowed, letting his hand fall away from Kavinsky's shoulder.]
Was it because of me?
[He had to know and he trusted Kavinsky not to sugarcoat it.]
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Stepping inside at the clear invitation, he reached behind him to shut the door, reaching out with his other hand and- he hesitated. Then rested his hand on Kavinsky's shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze like everything was normal, like everything was alright. He knew what it was like to hate yourself so much, to be so unhappy with the world that you wanted to end it all, even if his own attempt hadn't exactly been on purpose.
Stupidly, he almost asked if Kavinsky wanted something to drink, a glass of water or something, as if Ronan wasn't the guest in this situation. Shaking his head at himself, he sucked in a breath. What did he say? Silence between them had never felt awkward before, but it did now. Ronan was a master at silence, letting it stretch on and make others uncomfortable, and yet-
He swallowed, letting his hand fall away from Kavinsky's shoulder.]
Was it because of me?
[He had to know and he trusted Kavinsky not to sugarcoat it.]