"That sounds amazing. You're amazing." He was earnest about it, genuine. There wasn't a chance in hell he would ever not be amazed by something like that, or ever even think about saying something unkind about what someone else could do. He'd experienced unkindness too often, himself. "I can share dreams with other, uh, dreamers. But I only did it once, and it was-" he gestured vaguely, and he was trying so hard not to give too much thought to how Ronan had used that moment to tell him he wasn't good enough.

And Kavinsky could claim, all he wanted, that he wasn't an emotional person, that he could compartmentalize what didn't roll off his back, but. It was hard to stop the well of emotions from rising in his chest. "You're one of the very few people who care whether or not you hurt me. And that- that means a lot." He couldn't stop his voice from wavering, either.