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[He was exhausted, fresh out of the shower by the time he answered, but he still answered, even if he debated what to say, whether or not to ask Ronan why he was texting him so late, if there was something on his mind. In the end, it was easier to play along and pretend there weren't a hundred different things on his mind.]

A towel. Why, do you want a pic?

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yeah go for it.

[There's no smartass comment to go with it, because even with vodka on his lips, he can't help the fact that Adam gets him flustered.

The image of him in a towel gets under his skin, because now he's thinking about it.
Imagining him naked and with a towel sitting on the crest of his hips and his hands--
His hands, his hands, Ronan can't explain what it is about Adam's hands that get to him. It's the purest association to touch, to worshiping something. Slender fingers but a strong grip, the way the other teen's palms had pressed against his skin, how Ronan had slid his tongue against his fingertips, and now his heartbeat is in his ears but he tries to play it cool.]

i know youve got a little insta model in you somewhere

[He doesn't really expect him to send anything risque because it's Parrish and whatever this thing is they're doing, he doesn't feel like he's earned it yet. Maybe a fogged bathroom mirror, or in too close to get a good view. Adam has more muscle on him than you expect until you realize that he works two manual jobs. That night on his birthday, he'd mapped out every inch of skin he could touch; like he'd never get another chance.

Some nights he still feels like he shouldn't have.]

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[Oh. Here he'd been joking and Ronan was calling him on it. Adam was many things, but he tried not to be a coward--though he knew he still was sometimes. Or maybe there was a big difference between being scared by a lot of things and being a coward.

He declined to comment on having any insta model in him. He didn't think he was handsome enough; he was plain and uglier on the inside than most people knew. To some extent, he was always worried that ugliness would claw its way to the surface.

Instead, he stepped back into the bathroom, in front of the mirror that was still fogged along the edges but had been cleared carefully in the middle so he could see his reflection. His hair was still wet but combed neatly, and when he lifted his phone to take a picture, he focused on it and not his reflection. There was no eye contact to be made and a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows from the intensity of his concentration.

Anybody else, he would have felt awkward, even with the towel tucked firmly around his waist, but this was Ronan and Ronan was...special in ways Adam couldn't put into words. Not just special in general, but special to Adam.

Sending the picture, he added-]

Did you wait all day just to try and get a peek at my body?

[Tried and succeeded, he might add.]

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[ o h .

Ronan hadn't expected Parrish to play along, but the second that the image pops up on his phone, he clicks on it to enlarge it just to appreciate the view. Fuck. He knows that Adam doesn't think that he's hot, or conventionally attractive, but Ronan thinks he's fucking gorgeous.]

if i did, it was worth it

[He hadn't, but it was easier just to tease him a little than try to get how he was feeling out of his head. So instead he's quiet for a minute, and then unprompted, Ronan sends Adam a picture in response. He's got his jacket tossed against the windshield and he reclines lazily against it topless, even if it's clearly posed. Skin on display just for Adam's eyes.

There's a bottle just on the edge of the frame, and if Adam's looking for clues, he can probably work out that Ronan's parked where Cabeswater used to be. Which is to say that it's not a good night. But this is-- he doesn't know. A distraction, but better. It makes him feel something, at least.]

i figure fairs only fair

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[Posed or not, Adam would always appreciate an opportunity to admire Ronan. He was painfully attractive and there wasn't a day that went by where Adam didn't wonder why Ronan had chosen him. Clearly, the answer was that Ronan saw something in him, but Adam couldn't figure out what.

After he was done admiring Ronan in the picture, he noted the other details, keen eyes picking up on everything. How did he broach the subject though? Did he broach it at all? The 'subject' being, of course, if Ronan was alright. Things had been rough lately, Adam was well aware of that, but talking about the things that'd happened wasn't always easy.]

It's a good thing I sent mine first. You're a hard act to follow.

[He took a moment to get dressed after that text, giving himself some time to think about what he wanted to say while he pulled on pants and a t-shirt.]

How was your day?

[It was an innocent enough question, he thought.]