[It's not an overly large apartment, but it's not small, either. It's walking distance from Harvard's campus, right off the Square. Back at the Barns it took longer to get from the house to where he fucking parked the BMW. To say that Ronan isn't particularly social is something of an understatement, but he's right near the hustle of everything because it's close to what he wants: Adam. He also took a page from Gansey's book and bought a warehouse unit in need of some repairs. A place he can use for dreaming, a project he can work on, somewhere that he can go when the city is too much.
But for now, he's just standing in an empty apartment, alone with just his boyfriend. His things are all stacked in boxes still, but he can't help the way that the feeling of it all kicks in his throat and curls in his chest. His things, in his place. Here, with Adam. He bites his lip a moment, toying with something in his pocket as he smiles at the other boy. Ronan scarcely believes that this is real, to be honest. That he made it here without fucking it up, without being the car crash for once in his life.
It feels almost like growing up, weirdly. Or trying, anyway. He feels like he's masquerading as an adult, cleverly hiding the speeding tickets and lonely desperation where no one can hold them against him. He reaches out, catching Adam's hand as he faces him, holding just a little bit too tight. Just until his breath evens, until the ground feels solid under his feet.]
I want you to.. I mean- fuck, here.
[For a moment he doesn't let go of his hand. But then he does and with a sigh that sounds like agitation unless you know him well enough to read the nervous energy that it hides, he pulls a gold chain out of his pocket. Two keys are strung on it. Same as the new ones clipped to Ronan's carkeys.]
Front door and the garage. I'm not saying you should move in. I just want you to know that you have a place here, too.
[That you can if you want to, but that's harder to say outloud, so it just hovers in between the words instead.]
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But for now, he's just standing in an empty apartment, alone with just his boyfriend. His things are all stacked in boxes still, but he can't help the way that the feeling of it all kicks in his throat and curls in his chest. His things, in his place. Here, with Adam. He bites his lip a moment, toying with something in his pocket as he smiles at the other boy. Ronan scarcely believes that this is real, to be honest. That he made it here without fucking it up, without being the car crash for once in his life.
It feels almost like growing up, weirdly. Or trying, anyway. He feels like he's masquerading as an adult, cleverly hiding the speeding tickets and lonely desperation where no one can hold them against him. He reaches out, catching Adam's hand as he faces him, holding just a little bit too tight. Just until his breath evens, until the ground feels solid under his feet.]
I want you to.. I mean- fuck, here.
[For a moment he doesn't let go of his hand. But then he does and with a sigh that sounds like agitation unless you know him well enough to read the nervous energy that it hides, he pulls a gold chain out of his pocket. Two keys are strung on it. Same as the new ones clipped to Ronan's carkeys.]
Front door and the garage. I'm not saying you should move in. I just want you to know that you have a place here, too.
[That you can if you want to, but that's harder to say outloud, so it just hovers in between the words instead.]