[3am finds Kylo Ren sprawled comfortably over a good half of Ronan's back, deep in a sleep suddenly broken by the notification chime of a new message delivered to the phone he absolutely forgot to set to silent before bed.
Kylo stirs, blearily drags his lips against Ronan's shoulderblade in a clumsy, near-instinctual kiss of vague reassurance that he's not going anywhere and rolls onto his back beside him, flinging an arm out towards the device to summon it to his hand. His eyes scrunch up tightly at the sudden intrusion of harsh light from the screen... and after a few blinks to adjust he finds himself reading...
Well, he's not quite sure what he's reading. But it's flattering. Pleasantly so. Because he definitely does remember Apollo, and his strangely satisfying reaction to the Dark.]
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Kylo stirs, blearily drags his lips against Ronan's shoulderblade in a clumsy, near-instinctual kiss of vague reassurance that he's not going anywhere and rolls onto his back beside him, flinging an arm out towards the device to summon it to his hand. His eyes scrunch up tightly at the sudden intrusion of harsh light from the screen... and after a few blinks to adjust he finds himself reading...
Well, he's not quite sure what he's reading. But it's flattering. Pleasantly so.
Because he definitely does remember Apollo, and his strangely satisfying reaction to the Dark.]
Yes, I remember. Did you enjoy it?