[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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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.]