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[dreamedboy]

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weird stuff is my jam; v2

[threesecrets]

[When Kavinsky brings him home, he can feel the way that Prokopenko bristles, defensive and protective. All of them are, really, but with Proko it's the worst. But there's also something there between them, nameless, that they both try to ignore.

And then there's this: that night, sitting on the couch, a cautious space between them.

Ronan tells him.

It's still halting and unsure, but he says it into the air between them, his smile curved and a little sad. Something he can't put into words: that feeling that what he is makes it so he might never be quite enough for anyone. But he wants to be. He's trying to be.]

I had to try. I had to know if I could save him.

[He thinks out of anyone, maybe Prokopenko would understand.

Kavinsky's alive at the end of the night, and Ronan is here, so it feels like a victory. Even if things are still strange. Up close he seems a little bit brighter, that fire that was always in Ronan's heart easier to see. He's not softer precisely, but his edges aren't meant to cut himself as well as the people around him. Ronan's worst urges instead something stranger.

He doesn't say it, but there's a current under the words: I wont hurt him.]

[dreamedboy]

[Proko was wary and weary both. He owed everything he was to Kavinsky, but more importantly than that, K was his best friend. He'd do anything for him but even he hadn't known just what had been going to happen on the Fourth. He'd never have guessed that Ronan would be here, having chosen Kavinsky. He should have chosen him a lot sooner but Proko was probably biased. Most definitely.

He took a breath and held it for a moment.]

You're what he's always wanted.

[Who Kavinsky had always wanted. He might not have gone about things the best way but he'd done it the only way he'd been capable of. Fuck, but if Proko said he didn't love him he'd be lying. But it wasn't his place; it wasn't him that Kavinsky had tried so hard to get. Proko tried to tell himself he was okay with that. He wasn't sure he really was.]

You're here now. [He added.] You know what they say; better late than never. And you weren't too late.

[That was what was important.]

But if you hurt him-

[He didn't finish; he let the threat hang.]