Kavinsky slows when he gets closer to Ronan, not really sure what to say. He's still reeling from what Adam said, and the hard stance in Ronan's shoulders doesn't help. He feels a little like he got swept out into sea, and he's losing his footing on the one rock he managed to hold on to.
"I'm not." He watches Ronan, unsure if he should go over there and sit with him or not. He wants to ask what happened in there, if everything is alright with Gansey, but he imagines the explaining went pretty horribly and he doesn't want to poke at it. He's horrible at comforting people. He's shitty at knowing what to say. What fucking use do you even have here?.
He rubs his forehead with the back of his hand, then flops down in front of Ronan, pushing the tall grass out of his way, realizing he still has the bottle of vodka in his hand. He doesn't say anything, he just nudges Ronan's leg with it. Well. That's what he's good for.
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Date: 2015-03-22 08:35 am (UTC)"I'm not." He watches Ronan, unsure if he should go over there and sit with him or not. He wants to ask what happened in there, if everything is alright with Gansey, but he imagines the explaining went pretty horribly and he doesn't want to poke at it. He's horrible at comforting people. He's shitty at knowing what to say. What fucking use do you even have here?.
He rubs his forehead with the back of his hand, then flops down in front of Ronan, pushing the tall grass out of his way, realizing he still has the bottle of vodka in his hand. He doesn't say anything, he just nudges Ronan's leg with it. Well. That's what he's good for.