Ronan looks scared and frustrated and angry, which is newish, but familiar.
Kavinsky personally doesn’t feel much, which is normal for him. No feeling except for the physical, Ronan’s chest drumming his shoulder hotly, hard right arm pinching under his back. When Ronan puts him down, the bathtub squeaks on his ass. Monmouth Manufacturing sounds empty.
His memories are indistinct, unsequenced, vague, but he remembers Ronan screaming from below. “If it’s too much trouble, you could just kill me and bury me out back,” he offers, but Ronan doesn’t smile; gives him a look that’s as raw as a wound.
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Kavinsky personally doesn’t feel much, which is normal for him. No feeling except for the physical, Ronan’s chest drumming his shoulder hotly, hard right arm pinching under his back. When Ronan puts him down, the bathtub squeaks on his ass. Monmouth Manufacturing sounds empty.
His memories are indistinct, unsequenced, vague, but he remembers Ronan screaming from below. “If it’s too much trouble, you could just kill me and bury me out back,” he offers, but Ronan doesn’t smile; gives him a look that’s as raw as a wound.