[Being the center of attention wasn't the same thing as not being alone. People usually wanted him for what he could do for them, not who he was beyond that. He'd felt like no one else would really understand him until he'd found out Ronan was the same as him. And then that had...well, it hadn't fallen apart, really, but it wasn't what he'd imagined. Of course, he hadn't imagined he'd be standing here at one in the morning with Dick Gansey, either.

He lifted an eyebrow when Gansey said he was company, at least and held back an amused snort. Sometimes, it felt like they were still walking on eggshells around each other, still combating the whole 'I kind of used to hate you' thing.]

You really asked me over without any plan, didn't you.

[It was an amusing idea, but also a little- touching? It was nice to not always have a purpose for something or a span of time.

Making a thoughtful noise, he stepped over to brush his fingers along the edge of the pool table, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined bending Gansey over it at least once already.]

Yeah, I've played a little.

[He conceded after a moment, looking over at Gansey again.]

I didn't figure you as one for billiards, Dick.

[For a moment, he did his best impression of Gansey's southern accent. It wasn't too bad, actually, but was definitely exaggerated. He couldn't help having a little fun at the other boy's expense.]