It was an easy dodge, moreso because it was hardly the first time some pissed off piece of shit had thrown a bottle at him. Most of Ronan's anger seemed to have fizzled out and turned into something different, quieter and more internalized. It was still a brooding, simmering horror. That was just how these boys were made.
Kavinsky's grin stayed in place. He let Ronan have his space, for the moment. Mostly because he didn't want to get punched in the head again.
"You don't mean that," Kavinsky said and hummed a laugh. "I bet you'd like to watch. You did the first time."
Like might have been a strong word. But Kavinsky had looked at him, right at the end, and Ronan hadn't looked away. There was a part of him that wanted to see. There was a part of him that had feared in that moment. It put a seed into Kavinsky, dark and black and encouraging. There was only with him or against him, but Ronan had never really been against him.
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Kavinsky's grin stayed in place. He let Ronan have his space, for the moment. Mostly because he didn't want to get punched in the head again.
"You don't mean that," Kavinsky said and hummed a laugh. "I bet you'd like to watch. You did the first time."
Like might have been a strong word. But Kavinsky had looked at him, right at the end, and Ronan hadn't looked away. There was a part of him that wanted to see. There was a part of him that had feared in that moment. It put a seed into Kavinsky, dark and black and encouraging. There was only with him or against him, but Ronan had never really been against him.