Kavinsky laughed the word. “Reality! Reality’s what other people dream for you.”
“Reality’s where other people are,” Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms.
“What’s here, K? Nothing! No one!”

“Just us.”
There was a heavy understanding in that statement, amplified by the dream.
I know what you are, Kavinsky had said. “That’s not enough,” Ronan replied.
“Don’t say Dick Gansey, man. Do not say it. He is never going to be with you.
And don’t tell me you don’t swing that way, man. I’m in your head.”
“That’s not what Gansey is to me,” Ronan said.

“You didn’t say you don’t swing that way.”

Ronan was silent.
Thunder growled under his feet.

“No, I didn’t.”

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