[Ronan's look is measuring, and he stalls for a few moments too long with the door barely opened. He doesn't show much sign of compassion here, despite the fact that he knows that he was likely in the wrong.
Back when Adam started getting close to Gansey, being his friend, Ronan's jealousy was explosive, bitter- but it surfaced in other ways too. The way that he'd hold onto Gansey like a dog with a chew toy, trying to rip him away from Adam, the way he'd find him at night and ask what he'd been doing, who he'd been hanging out with. The way he'd purposely made Gansey feel guilty for daring to have another friend.
The acts like that are far behind him but the feeling of it isn't. And now, like this, caught between Adam and Gansey, Ronan feels a surprising surge of empathy for Gansey's patience back then. He couldn't have done it. He doesn't think he can do it now.]
Is this an apology or a second round of 'shit that Ronan should have done'?
[There's no bite to his tone, despite the words themselves being nasty. Ronan doesn't open the door any wider than that quite yet- he's still frustrated at the situation and separating his feelings out into not actually pissed at Gansey and not really blaming Noah and not entirely angry with Adam is a feat that Ronan Lynch has yet to be capable of.]
[ronan hesitates until it makes gansey start to feel a creeping nervousness prickling down his spine. most of the time, he can recognize the kind of mad ronan is, can read in his posture at least a bit of where he is on the lynch scale of emotion. he can't tell a thing right now, and that makes him nervous. in the comfortable darkness of his room, it had seemed all right that ronan might choose adam now, that it might even be better that way. now, with ronan staring at him, measuring, perhaps finding him lacking, gansey realizes that it's not. it's not at all.]
It's certainly not the latter. It's already been said, there's no point in reiterating.
[there's only gentleness in his tone, regardless of the bitter words.]
[He lifts an eyebrow at that, but doesn't comment. Instead, Ronan exhales through his nose, folding his arms across his chest and lowering his eyes to the carpet.]
You talk to Parrish yet?
[Blunt, as is the usual Ronan Lynch way. If this is any form of apology, then it isn't really owed to him.]
[he can't help it, gansey smiles. he also snorts, but he smiles.]
I can't just tell him that, somehow it'll end up sounding patronizing and stupid. Anyway, I didn't come to you to ask for relationship advice about Parrish.
I'm sure I had a reason when I knocked, but maybe it's just habit. If it's some entirely stupid hour of the might, it's clearly time to visit Ronan.
[or it's clearly time for hedging, but he's going to take this opportunity to slip through the door regardless, and then stand there looking slightly awkward because he's not sure if they're good enough that he's allowed to sit on the bed or not.]
[That actually makes him smile a little, just a barely-there savage draw to the corner of his mouth, but he nods, ducking his head a little as he eases the door closed.]
[Ronan gives a vague one-shouldered shrug at the question, leaning his back against the now-closed door.]
Not when you came in.
[There's a pause before Ronan makes a move to flop over on his bed, where he'd obviously been before Gansey had knocked on his door, bored and restless. At least this is better than nothing.]
Wasps or your beloved friends kicking the bucket? [It's crass and blunt, but what else does Gansey expect?]
[he gives ronan a little fond eyeroll. when ronan flops on the bed gansey takes up some free space at the end, fitting his legs over and across ronan's.]
What if it was both, huh? [a small pause.] Crass, Ronan. It wasn't, though. Just the bucket kicking part.
[he shrugs, not elaborating. they all probably have them, at this point. instead, he leans back against the wall and exhales, his shoulders relaxing as though there's some ronan-esque property that inspires such an odd reaction to someone generally wound tight as a watch spring.]
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Back when Adam started getting close to Gansey, being his friend, Ronan's jealousy was explosive, bitter- but it surfaced in other ways too. The way that he'd hold onto Gansey like a dog with a chew toy, trying to rip him away from Adam, the way he'd find him at night and ask what he'd been doing, who he'd been hanging out with. The way he'd purposely made Gansey feel guilty for daring to have another friend.
The acts like that are far behind him but the feeling of it isn't. And now, like this, caught between Adam and Gansey, Ronan feels a surprising surge of empathy for Gansey's patience back then. He couldn't have done it. He doesn't think he can do it now.]
Is this an apology or a second round of 'shit that Ronan should have done'?
[There's no bite to his tone, despite the words themselves being nasty. Ronan doesn't open the door any wider than that quite yet- he's still frustrated at the situation and separating his feelings out into not actually pissed at Gansey and not really blaming Noah and not entirely angry with Adam is a feat that Ronan Lynch has yet to be capable of.]
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It's certainly not the latter. It's already been said, there's no point in reiterating.
[there's only gentleness in his tone, regardless of the bitter words.]
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You talk to Parrish yet?
[Blunt, as is the usual Ronan Lynch way. If this is any form of apology, then it isn't really owed to him.]
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I don't know what to say to Parrish yet. It's more complicated.
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You tell him that you trust him, dumbass.
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I can't just tell him that, somehow it'll end up sounding patronizing and stupid. Anyway, I didn't come to you to ask for relationship advice about Parrish.
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What did you come here for then?
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[or it's clearly time for hedging, but he's going to take this opportunity to slip through the door regardless, and then stand there looking slightly awkward because he's not sure if they're good enough that he's allowed to sit on the bed or not.]
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Couldn't sleep?
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[he sounds almost cheerful about it, because hell, can he ever sleep? ]
Hellacious nightmares. And I thought you might not hate the company.
[translation: he wanted the company.]
Have you been sleeping?
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Not when you came in.
[There's a pause before Ronan makes a move to flop over on his bed, where he'd obviously been before Gansey had knocked on his door, bored and restless. At least this is better than nothing.]
Wasps or your beloved friends kicking the bucket? [It's crass and blunt, but what else does Gansey expect?]
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[he gives ronan a little fond eyeroll. when ronan flops on the bed gansey takes up some free space at the end, fitting his legs over and across ronan's.]
What if it was both, huh? [a small pause.] Crass, Ronan. It wasn't, though. Just the bucket kicking part.
[he shrugs, not elaborating. they all probably have them, at this point. instead, he leans back against the wall and exhales, his shoulders relaxing as though there's some ronan-esque property that inspires such an odd reaction to someone generally wound tight as a watch spring.]