[ Kavinsky has told him a thousand and one times what he was thinking, why he let it go this far and why he hadn't stayed home tonight, but Ronan, as insistent as ever, threw it all back in his face. Kavinsky's been here without Ronan long enough that maybe he can pull together some shred of dignity and turn the tables on the other boy for once.

This is how it feels, Lynch, he wants to say. This is what it's like to be thrown away. It's not like Ronan was going to stay anyway. He would have said some stupid demeaning shit to Kavinsky and gone down his shame spiral, or whatever the fuck he's doing right now, and Kavinsky would have felt like worthless trash all over again.

Not this time.

He takes a long sip of vodka, dropping a leg down, bending the other and letting it lay lazily against the back of the couch, letting out another laugh, exactly like the one he let out before when Ronan said all that hurtful shit to him. ]

Nah, man. You were only here for right now, remember? Time's up. Go have your meltdown somewhere else, I don't wanna fuckin' see it.