Rhy hesitates, trying to decide if he wants to keep explaining. If Kell even needs to know, or if it would hurt him more.

He could tell Kell everything. How the Singularity's fluctuations affect him like a sickness. How it feels like something is missing inside him, ever since he got here, that warmth and spark of life that Kell had kept alight inside him guttering out into cooling embers. How being with Ronan feeds those flames, how the magic warms his blood and makes him feel complete again. How spending too long apart makes him crave and miss it and feel that hole again even more harshly than before.

It sits on the tip of his tongue, heavy on his chest. But Rhy knows he cannot burden Kell with all of that on top of everything else, and that, besides, it would do little good when things obviously can't be put back the way they were. When Rhy doesn't want them to be, because Kell deserves his freedom.

So, instead, he says, "I do like him, you know. It's not just that. Do make an effort to be civil."

Honestly, Rhy thinks it's a bit amusing (and just as annoying) that Ronan and Kell have taken to each other like magnets of the same polarity. Still, it's better than Kell's fury over Alucard.