[ Maybe, a year ago, Ronan would have said he didn't care for love. It was a construct of society, a pipedream for most people. Love is an intangible that means nothing.
But now. Now, he'd be a hypocrite to say that. Because he looks at Adam and his heart flips in his chest. Because it means something, and holding him close is nothing intangible. It's as real as Ronan's pain when he thinks about his father's death. ]
I would. [ His face closes a little, the mask of carefully cultivated indifference slipping back into place. He's not a liar, but that doesn't mean he wants to open up to a stranger. ]
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[ Maybe, a year ago, Ronan would have said he didn't care for love. It was a construct of society, a pipedream for most people. Love is an intangible that means nothing.
But now. Now, he'd be a hypocrite to say that. Because he looks at Adam and his heart flips in his chest. Because it means something, and holding him close is nothing intangible. It's as real as Ronan's pain when he thinks about his father's death. ]
I would. [ His face closes a little, the mask of carefully cultivated indifference slipping back into place. He's not a liar, but that doesn't mean he wants to open up to a stranger. ]
Doesn't mean Paris isn't an asshole, though.