[ Kavinsky's only good for Ronan when he wants something. He's only someone he can fuck around with when Kavinsky's entire attention is on him. Maybe if Ronan realizes that Kavinsky can move right the hell on, he won't be such a dick and won't take advantage of him at every fucking turn.
It sucks when your own bullshit gets thrown back in your face. He hopes Ronan falls in it.
His cigarettes are just out of arms reach, but he's feeling too lazy to reach over and grab them. He's still riding a good high here, and even higher one when he sees the mess all over Ronan's shirt. Their mess. Even if it's gone by morning, Ronan won't forget. ]
Funny, that's what you said before our hands were all over each other. The doors right the fuck there, no one's fucking stopping you.
[He moves his fingers down toward his palm in a wave, as mocking as possible]
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It sucks when your own bullshit gets thrown back in your face. He hopes Ronan falls in it.
His cigarettes are just out of arms reach, but he's feeling too lazy to reach over and grab them. He's still riding a good high here, and even higher one when he sees the mess all over Ronan's shirt. Their mess. Even if it's gone by morning, Ronan won't forget. ]
Funny, that's what you said before our hands were all over each other. The doors right the fuck there, no one's fucking stopping you.
[He moves his fingers down toward his palm in a wave, as mocking as possible]
Bye, bitch.