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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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.