[Suddenly Ronan realizes that having K and Adam both punch him had apparently been an optimistic view of the situation. Jesus.]
Fuck K, you can be an ass, you know that?
[But Ronan's tone is annoyed and not furious, which it easily could have been. His face is flushed with heat at being confronted with the fact that he's attracted to both of them, pink against his cheeks by the firelight.
He's not outright angry about it, mostly based on the fact that Adam hasn't left. Somehow he doesn't seem outright upset at him, or like Ronan had done something wrong just by the suggestion that he might have kissed Kavinsky. And the truth is that Ronan hadn't known how to approach the subject with either of them. How was he supposed to try and ask the question, or admit to how he felt about them? So even if Kavinsky's question was frustratingly blunt, it at least got it out on the air in a way that Ronan would have never managed if left to his own devices.
He sighs, dragging a hand against the stubble of his shaved head as he looks to Kavinsky, and then back at Adam. He'd never thought that he'd be this sort of boy- but this isn't like Declan's cheap and transient girlfriends. He'd meant it when he kissed Kavinsky, and Adam was- he wanted him. They both meant something. He cared, fucked as that was.]
I kissed Kavinsky. I mean, despite appearances, he can be charming when he thinks no one will notice. But I.. I wanted to kiss you the other day. I just didn't know if that would fuck everything.
[He looks at Kavinsky at the last sentiment- because that's what he means, of course. That he didn't want to ruin whatever it was they'd started. Shifting uncomfortably, his shoulders drawn up in his discomfort, and he slugs back the last of his beer with a snarl of temper on his mouth. But he doesn't walk away, and his eyes slip between them, hopeful but worried he's doing everything wrong.
God help him. He doesn't know how to talk about this shit. But he refrains from saying that outloud since he'd pretty sure both of them are aware of that about Ronan.]
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Fuck K, you can be an ass, you know that?
[But Ronan's tone is annoyed and not furious, which it easily could have been. His face is flushed with heat at being confronted with the fact that he's attracted to both of them, pink against his cheeks by the firelight.
He's not outright angry about it, mostly based on the fact that Adam hasn't left. Somehow he doesn't seem outright upset at him, or like Ronan had done something wrong just by the suggestion that he might have kissed Kavinsky. And the truth is that Ronan hadn't known how to approach the subject with either of them. How was he supposed to try and ask the question, or admit to how he felt about them? So even if Kavinsky's question was frustratingly blunt, it at least got it out on the air in a way that Ronan would have never managed if left to his own devices.
He sighs, dragging a hand against the stubble of his shaved head as he looks to Kavinsky, and then back at Adam. He'd never thought that he'd be this sort of boy- but this isn't like Declan's cheap and transient girlfriends. He'd meant it when he kissed Kavinsky, and Adam was- he wanted him. They both meant something. He cared, fucked as that was.]
I kissed Kavinsky. I mean, despite appearances, he can be charming when he thinks no one will notice. But I.. I wanted to kiss you the other day. I just didn't know if that would fuck everything.
[He looks at Kavinsky at the last sentiment- because that's what he means, of course. That he didn't want to ruin whatever it was they'd started. Shifting uncomfortably, his shoulders drawn up in his discomfort, and he slugs back the last of his beer with a snarl of temper on his mouth. But he doesn't walk away, and his eyes slip between them, hopeful but worried he's doing everything wrong.
God help him. He doesn't know how to talk about this shit. But he refrains from saying that outloud since he'd pretty sure both of them are aware of that about Ronan.]