[There's a soft catch of his breath when Adam loops an arm around him, his fingers just pressing against the back of his jacket, and Ronan suddenly wishes he'd had the foresight to take it off. Because he wants to feel his fingers against him at least through the thinner layer of his shirt-- It was almost embarrassing how much he wanted to be touched.
He doesn't pull away, if anything he just leans into the other boy's touch. It just makes him even more sure that he wants him. That even if there's time between them, if Adam has lived things that he hasn't, he still wants this. He wants to touch him, wants to lay close against him and talk, he wants to find out what having a boyfriend would be like. It's complicated, but.. like Adam said, they'll figure it out.
He feels.. he doesn't know. But he pulls back just a little, just enough that he can look into his eyes as he curls fingers at the back of his neck. And his heartbeat feels like it wants to burst through his chest. But Ronan's touch is light, almost uncertain- as if he isn't quite sure if this is okay, or not. But like he wants it to be, hopes that it is.]
Adam..
[He says his name softly, different from the way he says Parrish. Softer and almost unsteady. This is part of why he had such a hard time accepting this here, accepting that the boy he liked was already in love with him. Because if he did-- if he did, then it wasn't just a matter of aching softly from a distance. It was suddenly a question of whether or not he wanted a boyfriend.
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He doesn't pull away, if anything he just leans into the other boy's touch. It just makes him even more sure that he wants him. That even if there's time between them, if Adam has lived things that he hasn't, he still wants this. He wants to touch him, wants to lay close against him and talk, he wants to find out what having a boyfriend would be like. It's complicated, but.. like Adam said, they'll figure it out.
He feels.. he doesn't know. But he pulls back just a little, just enough that he can look into his eyes as he curls fingers at the back of his neck. And his heartbeat feels like it wants to burst through his chest. But Ronan's touch is light, almost uncertain- as if he isn't quite sure if this is okay, or not. But like he wants it to be, hopes that it is.]
Adam..
[He says his name softly, different from the way he says Parrish. Softer and almost unsteady. This is part of why he had such a hard time accepting this here, accepting that the boy he liked was already in love with him. Because if he did-- if he did, then it wasn't just a matter of aching softly from a distance. It was suddenly a question of whether or not he wanted a boyfriend.
He did. As long as it was Adam, anyway.]