[ Adam makes a soft, amused noise in the back of his throat. ]
Doin' okay?
[ It's a little late, and it's Ronan, so his accent isn't as contained as it could be. There's a shuffling sound as he settles, the phone held between his ear and shoulder. ]
[ this was a terrible idea, as many drunk ideas are. but having adam's stupid henrietta accent directly in his ear when he's in this state is a dangerous thing.
he snorts. ]
Yeah, I'm fucking sure. [ his only accent is that of someone who's had too much whiskey. dimly, he's aware he should probably explain his reason for calling, but the only thing he can think is adam saying call me if you need me.
[ Usually, when Ronan is this drunk Adam does his very best to avoid that whole freaking deal. But lately they've been closer, and he finds himself more indulgent. ]
[ if he sounds slightly less derisive than usual, it's definitely due to the alcohol. he shrugs until he realizes adam can't see it, then says, ]
Getting shitfaced in church.
[ in a church would be more accurate, since it's late and church isn't in session. they both know which church it is. sometimes, when he's feeling generous, he still abides by gansey's bullshit "no getting drunk in monmouth" rule. when he's feeling pensive, he gets drunk in st. agnes instead. it's an old tradition of his and has nothing to do with the fact adam technically lives there now. ]
Ronan can often be a sharp creature, quick to venom and teeth. But he's also softer than people realise most of the time. Adam has seen it. And when he thinks about both parts of that boy sitting alone and drinking just downstairs something goes tight and awful in his stomach. ]
[ normally ronan, as a sharp creature, doesn't take well to pity. but if any part of him senses that adam's offering to keep him company because he feels sorry for him, it's being drowned out by the part that would really like to see adam's face.
[ It's not a no, and so Adam doesn't waste time. There's the sound of rustling from the other end of the line as he gets up and starts making his way through the apartment. He stops to at least pull the plug on whatever's been eating up electricity - he's not using it if he's not there - and then he's at the door. ] Give me a second, okay?
[ Hanging up seems simpler than waiting for Ronan to decide otherwise and tell him he's not invited. It doesn't take him long to get down anyway and soon enough he's picking his way to Ronan's usual pew, his eyes already adjusted to the St. Agnes gloom. Adam sinks into the bench beside him, shoulder knocking lightly and innocently against Ronan's own. ] Hey.
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Hey?
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Hey, asshole.
[ he... honestly didn't think about what to say past this point. the alcohol has made everything blurry around the edges. ]
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Doin' okay?
[ It's a little late, and it's Ronan, so his accent isn't as contained as it could be. There's a shuffling sound as he settles, the phone held between his ear and shoulder. ]
Sure you don't need a rescue?
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he snorts. ]
Yeah, I'm fucking sure. [ his only accent is that of someone who's had too much whiskey. dimly, he's aware he should probably explain his reason for calling, but the only thing he can think is adam saying call me if you need me.
he should hang up. ]
What are you doing?
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Homework.
[ Which he has pretty much abandoned. ]
What are you doing?
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[ if he sounds slightly less derisive than usual, it's definitely due to the alcohol. he shrugs until he realizes adam can't see it, then says, ]
Getting shitfaced in church.
[ in a church would be more accurate, since it's late and church isn't in session. they both know which church it is. sometimes, when he's feeling generous, he still abides by gansey's bullshit "no getting drunk in monmouth" rule. when he's feeling pensive, he gets drunk in st. agnes instead. it's an old tradition of his and has nothing to do with the fact adam technically lives there now. ]
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Ronan can often be a sharp creature, quick to venom and teeth. But he's also softer than people realise most of the time. Adam has seen it. And when he thinks about both parts of that boy sitting alone and drinking just downstairs something goes tight and awful in his stomach. ]
You want company?
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he exhales noisily. ]
I thought you were doing homework.
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[ It's not a no, and so Adam doesn't waste time. There's the sound of rustling from the other end of the line as he gets up and starts making his way through the apartment. He stops to at least pull the plug on whatever's been eating up electricity - he's not using it if he's not there - and then he's at the door. ] Give me a second, okay?
[ Hanging up seems simpler than waiting for Ronan to decide otherwise and tell him he's not invited. It doesn't take him long to get down anyway and soon enough he's picking his way to Ronan's usual pew, his eyes already adjusted to the St. Agnes gloom. Adam sinks into the bench beside him, shoulder knocking lightly and innocently against Ronan's own. ] Hey.