He feels a sharp, gaping hollowness then and all he wants to do is forget it. Kavinsky pushes his hands into his pockets, searching until he finds the bag that's always there. Pills, powder, he always has something on him. Open bag in case of emergency. He doesn't need to feel this way if he doesn't want to.
Unbidden, he thinks of the first time he realized that Ronan was like him, the sharp, desperate need to be close, to know him, to have him. The moment he realized he wasn't alone.
Kavinsky clutches the bag but doesn't open it yet, like it's a comfort just to know he has it.
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"Feel like I've always been on my own."
He feels a sharp, gaping hollowness then and all he wants to do is forget it. Kavinsky pushes his hands into his pockets, searching until he finds the bag that's always there. Pills, powder, he always has something on him. Open bag in case of emergency. He doesn't need to feel this way if he doesn't want to.
Unbidden, he thinks of the first time he realized that Ronan was like him, the sharp, desperate need to be close, to know him, to have him. The moment he realized he wasn't alone.
Kavinsky clutches the bag but doesn't open it yet, like it's a comfort just to know he has it.