Ronan's unsteady legs nearly give out from under him, but he catches himself on Kylo's arm before retreating, on second thought, to lean against the doorframe instead.
"We don't have to," he gasps out, breathless. "Don't go. Just tell me you don't want it. I'm sorry for doing that to you. You don't have to promise me anything."
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Ronan's unsteady legs nearly give out from under him, but he catches himself on Kylo's arm before retreating, on second thought, to lean against the doorframe instead.
"We don't have to," he gasps out, breathless. "Don't go. Just tell me you don't want it. I'm sorry for doing that to you. You don't have to promise me anything."