Ronan's smile is in his voice, even when it's trembling with fragility: "The rumors are true. I'm gonna love you forever." If death itself couldn't stop him, what can?

Sprawled supine now, he hooks his arms loosely behind Kylo's neck so that they never get too far from each other. He's still crying, but that's okay. It's been a long time since his tears were inspired by joy, and even if Kylo had confessed six months ago, he would have cried all the same.

Kylo loves him. The true kind of love, the kind that's eternal. His entire being is buzzing with the certainty of it. His heart hurts in the sweetest way. His long legs hug either side of Kylo's body and Ronan wants to fold himself up into him - except then they couldn't hold each other.

"Can you feel it?" he asks. The glow of his adoration. He can't believe the room is still dark when he's so radiant with it.