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[dreamedboy]

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[threesecrets]

yeah im happy for them too

[And he means it- most of the time, anyway. And mostly it's just that he feels so alone now; losing the boy he'd loved, and the fact that he wasn't the person that Adam leaned on now. Even Gansey had found himself a girlfriend, and where did that leave Ronan, who had never belonged anywhere to begin with?

Ronan had always been at his worst when he was alone; it was one of the things that he and Kavinsky had always understood about each other. Ronan had just been too much of a coward to ever talk about it: he hadn't known how much he needed to have someone tell him that he deserved to be happy until it was there on his phone and his eyes blurred a little, and he sniffled to himself, had to drag a hand against his eyes.]

youre not a mess proko.
youre good.
youre- i suck at this shit
but youre willing to put up with me
and i cant really ask for more

though
okay yeah
the way you make me feel
like im good and hot and lovely-

[-like I'm not alone.]

like you wanna ruin me
thats good too

[dreamedboy]

u say im not a mess NOW :p

[But, joking aside- he was touched. Rarely did people call him good. There was more to it than that, too. It meant something to him because it was Ronan, because he could make Ronan feel like he was special. Ronan was, in Proko's opinion.]

u ARE all of those things
and yea i do want to ruin you- but like in a good way

also its not me putting up with u
its me caring
ppl 'put up' with things they dont like
i like u

shud i bring anything tonight?

[Too late, either way; he was already thinking thoughts. Like bringing Ronan sunflowers.]

[threesecrets]

i want you to ruin me in a good way

[Just in case that needed to be said. Ronan might be a creature of dark moods and shadowed thoughts, but he never wanted to add to it. He needed someone else to tell him the things he didn't know how to believe on his own: that he was good and lovely and special. It had just been one night, but Proko had made his heart bloom, anyway.

There had been a brightness, a warmth that he hadn't expected, that he thought he'd forgotten. It was probably why Ronan had worked up the courage to have this conversation at all, even if it was over text. As much as he hated his phone, texting gave him space and time that normal conversations didn't afford him. It made him somewhat less prone to shutting down.]

i like you too

[Saying he cares feels a bit more exposed than Ronan can manage, but that doesn't mean that it isn't true.]

whatever you want

i dont have any plans for the weekend
so you can stay as long as you want
do you like chinese? i was gonna get takeout

i dreamed us some things too
like that rope i promised you

[dreamedboy]

always in a good way
its only fun if ur enjoying it

[And he wanted to lift Ronan up, not tear him down. Proko might have enjoyed cutting him, making him bleed a little, things like that, but only when the enjoyment was mutual. Ronan's comfort and happiness was- it was important to Proko.

It was so much more than just 'Kavinsky would be pissed if he hurt Ronan', too. Maybe Proko was a sap or it was because Ronan was a dreamer or maybe it was just Ronan himself. He was magnetic, after all. Handsome and sharp, and beneath that, kind and caring.]

r u saying i cud stay the whole weekend if i wanted?
and i love chinese

i like the sound of that
well have to try it out