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[burnyoudown]

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[burnyoudown]

[Maybe you should. Who would want to marry him? Adam Parrish, apparently. Maybe he would get Adam a ring. Dream him up something nice after looking through rings online, to get some ideas. This wasn't how he'd expected this conversation to go but he wasn't upset about it, either. He'd almost forgotten they were talking about Ronan to start with. He wondered if Ronan would be happy for them or jealous if Kavinsky told him he thought Adam would marry him if he asked.

He took another breath, shaky as it was, and smiled.]

Same. I'll be waiting for you, arms open.

[Not literally, but he'd definitely hold Adam when he got there.]

[dreamandbleed]

Mm, good. I'll see you soon. And we can talk. And I love you.

[And Adam hangs up, and he starts his car.

Meanwhile, once Kavinsky hangs up the phone, Ronan downs the last of his drink. He'd been nursing it slow just so that he had something in his hands, so that he wasn't fidgeting uselessly while he waited to hear how things went. He was tense despite himself, despite the way that he was trying to look casual. He wanders over to the other boy as he starts to head towards Ronan, more or less meeting him halfway.

He's about to ask a question, except that he realizes that Kavinsky looks-- emotional? Are his eyes glassy? Ronan takes a step back as he claps a hand on his shoulder, his stomach threatening to twist itself into knots. Had he fucked things up? God- just. God he hoped not.]

Hey. Are you.. okay?

[Ronan tries to keep his voice level, so Kavinsky doesn't feel like he's entirely obvious, hopefully.]

[burnyoudown]

[After a quick I love you, too, Kavinsky also hung up, shoving his phone in his pocket. He tried not to look so affected, like he had his heart on his sleeve, but it was hard after the conversation he'd just had. Apparently, as he met up with Ronan again, he was pretty obviously emotional.

He laughed, a light sound.]

I'm great, actually. I think Adam just said he'd marry me if I asked him.

[He paused for a moment, head tilting to the side.]

Which is not where I expected our conversation to go.

[threesecrets]

[That was not the answer that Ronan was expecting, but he laughs, clapping a hand against the side of Kavinsky's head and ruffling his hair in a playful, but conspiratorial sort of way. Ronan is happy for them, which makes the feeling sort of like vertigo. Worrying he'd ruined things to finding out two of the people he cared for most were assumedly going to get married at some point in the not-too-far future.]

You asshole. Congratulations.

[He grins, hooking an arm around his shoulders after clapping him on the back a few times.]

Guess I'm not shit luck all the time. I shoulda brought-- fuck. Cigars or some shit. I'll save that for when you actually give him a ring, I guess.

[Kavinsky has a better option for a best-man, but he'd be Adam's, if he wanted him to.]

[burnyoudown]

Thanks, man.

[He was- it was still sinking in. It'd been one thing to tell Adam, over the phone maybe I should get you a ring, but it was another thing entirely to say it to Ronan. It made it feel more real, like it was actually going to happen someday. He felt light and happy and at the same time, there was a lowkey panic. What if he was a bad husband when the time came? He pushed those thoughts away though, focusing on the good part of things.

He hugged Ronan tight for a moment. He was glad Ronan didn't seem hurt by it or jealous, both of which Kavinsky might have been if the tables had been turned. But- this was good. It was good.]

I'm still not sure how 'hey, do you want to have sex with Ronan?' turned into 'hey, maybe we'll get married', but I'm sure as shit not complaining.

[threesecrets]

[Ronan hugs him back, almost without thinking about it. He hugs him like he can push all his joy into him, rubbing his back for a moment, and then just clapping him on the shoulder as they part. Ronan catches him by the shoulders and shakes him just a little.]

You guys are gonna be good, you know that right?

[He was a little jealous, if he was honest. It was what he'd seen in the hall at Aglionby, even if it hadn't had the word marriage attached to it then. But he'd seen the way that they fit together, like halves of one another. And so he-- fuck. He didn't know if he was jealous of the two boys that he liked, that he cared about, or jealous of that feeling. But he wasn't hurt, because Ronan had hurt himself. He'd walked away from Kavinsky, not the other way around. Their relationship- he was glad they had it. Adam needed it, but he thought Kavinsky probably did too. Less assured than he tried to seem in the quieter moments.]

I mean, it's you so I'm not completely surprised. [He elbows him just a little.] But uh.. does he want to?

[He was teasing, but also- you know, he was still interested. How could he not be?]

[burnyoudown]

I know.

[It was easier to bluff than say he was unsure and worried that he'd fuck something up. If something went wrong, he knew it wouldn't be Adam's fault. Had Kavinsky ever had something good in his life that he hadn't screwed up somehow? There was only Adam.

Laughing, he grinned at Ronan at the question. He'd dropped the hint on purpose hoping he would ask, so Kavinsky wouldn't have to change the subject too drastically. Predictably, it'd worked.]

Yeah, he does. He didn't agree to anything but talking yet, but he was definitely thinking about it. Having sex with you, I mean.