[Ronan might definitely consider it, at the very least. But he couldn't imagine really punching Kavinsky right now. Especially not after all the work they'd done together today and how they'd been getting along on the train. Kavinsky was- he was important to Ronan. More important than he'd ever been before. Sometimes, it still felt cruel that he was falling for a dead boy, but what else was he supposed to do? Go about his business and deny what he was feeling? That would be a second chance wasted and he'd already fucked up once. He didn't want to repeat history.

He leaned into it a little when Kavinsky kissed him on the jaw, eyelashes fluttering for a moment. He never got tired of the simple things, the simple touches and easy contact, whether it was chaste or sexual or whatever. He'd lost so much. He couldn't lose this, too.]

A lot of people haven't taken care of goats.

[He could have asked what K's dad was like, what he was big on, but- he had a feeling he knew what kind of person the other dreamer's father was and he didn't want to dig up any bad memories or feelings.]

We mostly had cows, but I've had a few goats before, too.

[So he knew what they ate and things like that.]

It's not too complicated.