[ Kylo surges through the memory, all voracious curiosity and hunger– so much hunger, to see himself as Ronan saw him, to be desired and know that he is desired. He seeps in, deep, his fingers stilling against Ronan's face as he finds what he was looking for.

There's something strangely lonely about the figure leaning into the dark, something familiar- and Kylo's breath catches as he feels Ronan's surprise, the irresistible moment of being caught up in his arms. Desire, yes. But there's something more than the physical, isn't there... ]

There's nothing to be ashamed about.

[ He murmurs the reassurance, feeling it echo through Ronan's mind. It isn't intended as a suggestion, exactly, but with his will soaking through Ronan's, it may well transform into one. ]

I want to be what you dream of. I want to be there, waiting for you in the dark. You'll always be able to find me there.