[ Ronan feels far more stupid starin st the screen of his phone anticipating a reply than he had when he'd sent the message itself. What was he hoping for? A pleasant conversation with Kavinsky about current events, or their few (more like many) shared interests? They were rarely ever friendly with one another back when Ronan was a teenager, but as much as he might hate to admit it, Kavinsky's the closest thing he has to a friend in this place.
And if that isn't a depressing thought in itself. The one person that he could consider his "friend" -- and didn't it make him cringe just to think of the words Joseph Kavinsky and His Friend in the same sentence -- was also someone he couldn't stand. Someone who made his skin crawl and his blood boil and his vision go red with fury.
Yet, despite all that, he's waiting with baited breath for a reply from the other.
When it finally comes it takes Ronan a minute to realize exactly what the picture is. A fire, obviously. But... it was too big to be a bonfire and the structure itself looked vaguely familiar. ]
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And if that isn't a depressing thought in itself. The one person that he could consider his "friend" -- and didn't it make him cringe just to think of the words Joseph Kavinsky and His Friend in the same sentence -- was also someone he couldn't stand. Someone who made his skin crawl and his blood boil and his vision go red with fury.
Yet, despite all that, he's waiting with baited breath for a reply from the other.
When it finally comes it takes Ronan a minute to realize exactly what the picture is. A fire, obviously.
But... it was too big to be a bonfire and the structure itself looked vaguely familiar. ]
is that.... your place?