[ The rest of Kavinsky's day had gone to shit, the words in those texts churning in his brain, unwilling to let him forget. He's been dousing them with alcohol ever since, spending all of his time going from one bar to another, trying to get the image of Ronan's face out of his head in the back room of the Quagmire, but nothing works.
Nothing ever worked before either, so he doesn't know why he thought any of it would change.
He hates how much Ronan still gets to him. Those few simple words 'It was never going to be you and me', splitting him open, making him angry in a way that he knows is just pure misery.
Ronan is wrong. Kavinsky doesn't want him. Kavinsky hates him.
He ends up passing out on the couch, bottle in hand and the knock to the door startles him. He's not used to people coming around at all hours like he used to be. It's harder for a dreamer to be relevant when people already get most everything they want.
Kavinsky takes a long swig of vodka to help him wake up, then pads over to the door, all drowsy eyes and wild hair, in nothing but a pair of briefs, swinging the door open.
Seeing Ronan standing there at his door, it definitely wakes him the fuck up]
Aw shit. You've got to be shitting me. Guess you really took what I said to fucking heart, huh.
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Date: 2017-05-06 10:23 am (UTC)Nothing ever worked before either, so he doesn't know why he thought any of it would change.
He hates how much Ronan still gets to him. Those few simple words 'It was never going to be you and me', splitting him open, making him angry in a way that he knows is just pure misery.
Ronan is wrong. Kavinsky doesn't want him. Kavinsky hates him.
He ends up passing out on the couch, bottle in hand and the knock to the door startles him. He's not used to people coming around at all hours like he used to be. It's harder for a dreamer to be relevant when people already get most everything they want.
Kavinsky takes a long swig of vodka to help him wake up, then pads over to the door, all drowsy eyes and wild hair, in nothing but a pair of briefs, swinging the door open.
Seeing Ronan standing there at his door, it definitely wakes him the fuck up]
Aw shit. You've got to be shitting me. Guess you really took what I said to fucking heart, huh.