[ He watches the other boy while trying not to be too obvious about it. Kavinsky is a ghost he had thought exhumed and now here he is to haunt Ronan again. Adam had never cared about what happened, he'd just been glad that another danger was done away with. H'd never put much thought into it after. Now though, the reality of it pricks at him.
Because there had been a part of him that was sure there was something between the two street racers. Not something that had been physical, but the possibility of it. Before he'd even realised Ronan's gaze was on him, before he'd even known he'd look back.
Jealousy is ugly, but familiar. ]
I don't know.
[ It's the only thing he can say. His dusty brows pull tighter together, mouth twisting at the edges. ] What can we do? He isn't Greenmantle. [ They can't just dream up a solution. And Adam wouldn't ask that again, wouldn't risk it. ]
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Because there had been a part of him that was sure there was something between the two street racers. Not something that had been physical, but the possibility of it. Before he'd even realised Ronan's gaze was on him, before he'd even known he'd look back.
Jealousy is ugly, but familiar. ]
I don't know.
[ It's the only thing he can say. His dusty brows pull tighter together, mouth twisting at the edges. ] What can we do? He isn't Greenmantle. [ They can't just dream up a solution. And Adam wouldn't ask that again, wouldn't risk it. ]