[one of kavinsky's little fangs comes out, settling over his bottom lip. but he doesn't bite. his fingers tighten, but he doesn't rip out a punch.]

I'm in love with you, [he says.

it's the first time he's said those words to anyone. it'd never really occurred to him, in his madness, to tell them to ronan. caleb couldn't drag them out of him, not with all the effort and distraught he could bring to bear. it hadn't been that way with bliss; not quite.]

I got no fucking idea how it is with you and Mark, but I think I love you like you love him. Or pretty close. Dunno. It's some shit.