[Adam was so deep in his attraction to Ronan that it had reached the point where it felt- not normal, but like he was blind to it. Like everyone had a crush at some point or another on one of their closest friends. It wasn't too different from how he felt about Gansey and Blue. Maybe that did count as 'it felt normal'. He'd never had friends before Gansey and Ronan; it was easy to think he'd grow close to them in certain ways.
Only recently had he started to think it was something more. Something closer to how he felt about Blue, something that made him lowkey a bit of a mess around Ronan. Like sometimes he wasn't sure what to do with his hands or where to look. He felt like he was a gentleman--he didn't want to let his eyes wander or, even worse, get caught with wandering eyes. He was determined not to ruin the friendship he had with Ronan; Ronan was more than capable of that on his own, some days.
But still, it was difficult not to admire Ronan's eyelashes while they were supposed to be going over trig problems. Or not to watch his hands as he tapped his pencil. It was a bit of a battle to focus on what he was supposed to be focusing on. Numbers were at war with the attractiveness of the boy sitting next to him and the latter was winning for his attention.
He sighed, a soft little sound that had little to do with their actual homework. Glancing over at Ronan, he tried to discern if he was paying attention or not, but really it was an excuse to admire the lines of his face.]
You're not too bad at these.
[Which didn't entirely surprise him. He was of the opinion that Ronan was intelligent enough, he just didn't apply himself properly. Schoolwork should have been easy for him, but instead, he spent his time on other endeavors.]
:3!
Only recently had he started to think it was something more. Something closer to how he felt about Blue, something that made him lowkey a bit of a mess around Ronan. Like sometimes he wasn't sure what to do with his hands or where to look. He felt like he was a gentleman--he didn't want to let his eyes wander or, even worse, get caught with wandering eyes. He was determined not to ruin the friendship he had with Ronan; Ronan was more than capable of that on his own, some days.
But still, it was difficult not to admire Ronan's eyelashes while they were supposed to be going over trig problems. Or not to watch his hands as he tapped his pencil. It was a bit of a battle to focus on what he was supposed to be focusing on. Numbers were at war with the attractiveness of the boy sitting next to him and the latter was winning for his attention.
He sighed, a soft little sound that had little to do with their actual homework. Glancing over at Ronan, he tried to discern if he was paying attention or not, but really it was an excuse to admire the lines of his face.]
You're not too bad at these.
[Which didn't entirely surprise him. He was of the opinion that Ronan was intelligent enough, he just didn't apply himself properly. Schoolwork should have been easy for him, but instead, he spent his time on other endeavors.]