The ugly, jealous part of Ronan is glad. Rey's failure is his own opportunity.

"I want to."

His thumbs stroke Kylo's cheeks, trying to soothe away an emotion that hasn't even touched his features. There's nothing to read in his expression, yet Ronan sees pain there anyway, and he wants to ease it.

"I'm not like her, Kylo. You can tell me everything. Every fucked-up thing about you."

The truth doesn't push Ronan away. It only pulls him closer. Kylo must have realized that much at least. Ronan has never loved him more than he does right now.