It's not your fault. I don't blame you for it. It's just-- it's this place.
[He shrugs his shoulders, but he looks at Adam, meeting his eyes, and he tries to be reassuring. He wants him to know that he doesn't hold this against him, that even if he had been unfair that first day, he didn't really mean it. He didn't really blame him for it. How could he expect Adam to not love him any more than he could expect Ronan to feel the same?
It was fucked, but not because of anything Adam had done.
He sighs, and seems to war with himself about something, but then he takes a few steps, closing the distance between them. He slowly reaches out to curl fingers against the other boy's shoulder, his heart racing in his chest just from that simple touch. He flushes a little, a touch of pink over his cheekbones as he tries to find the right words.]
I.. think I'd like to take it slow. But, I know what I want. Back home I just didn't want to push you. I didn't want to- fuck things up and get it wrong.
[Ronan could never have said that back home, to the Adam he'd been perilously sweet on. But somehow, it felt like there wasn't the same sort of weight to it here, like this. Because Adam already knew, he'd already lived Ronan's clumsy affections. His Ronan had already figured it out, presumably already kissed him, said the right words. And Adam didn't really feel different- maybe more tolerant. But still the boy he wanted.]
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[He shrugs his shoulders, but he looks at Adam, meeting his eyes, and he tries to be reassuring. He wants him to know that he doesn't hold this against him, that even if he had been unfair that first day, he didn't really mean it. He didn't really blame him for it. How could he expect Adam to not love him any more than he could expect Ronan to feel the same?
It was fucked, but not because of anything Adam had done.
He sighs, and seems to war with himself about something, but then he takes a few steps, closing the distance between them. He slowly reaches out to curl fingers against the other boy's shoulder, his heart racing in his chest just from that simple touch. He flushes a little, a touch of pink over his cheekbones as he tries to find the right words.]
I.. think I'd like to take it slow. But, I know what I want. Back home I just didn't want to push you. I didn't want to- fuck things up and get it wrong.
[Ronan could never have said that back home, to the Adam he'd been perilously sweet on. But somehow, it felt like there wasn't the same sort of weight to it here, like this. Because Adam already knew, he'd already lived Ronan's clumsy affections. His Ronan had already figured it out, presumably already kissed him, said the right words. And Adam didn't really feel different- maybe more tolerant. But still the boy he wanted.]
If that's okay.