[And just like that, Adam has pulled away, is moving to get his shirt. Ronan knows that he's the one who stopped this, but he still can't help feeling disappointed anyway. He did it for both their sakes of course, and for some consideration to Gansey as well, but part of him wanted to keep touching one another like this- casual, welcome contact.
They can't have everything, though, even if sometimes Ronan thinks that they already do. So he sighs, heaving himself up like it's an imposition- though of course, it's not, and reaching for Adam's shirt instead, snatching it away from him.]
Let me.
[Ronan fluffs it out then, giving the garment a quick once-over, before frowning, pointing at a near-invisible stain on the shoulder of it.]
Jesus, Parrish, you bled all over it. [That absolutely won't do, and with an exaggerated eyeroll, Ronan balls up the shirt, tossing it in the corner of his room, where it hangs over a half-assembled wicker basket.]
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They can't have everything, though, even if sometimes Ronan thinks that they already do. So he sighs, heaving himself up like it's an imposition- though of course, it's not, and reaching for Adam's shirt instead, snatching it away from him.]
Let me.
[Ronan fluffs it out then, giving the garment a quick once-over, before frowning, pointing at a near-invisible stain on the shoulder of it.]
Jesus, Parrish, you bled all over it. [That absolutely won't do, and with an exaggerated eyeroll, Ronan balls up the shirt, tossing it in the corner of his room, where it hangs over a half-assembled wicker basket.]
Borrow one of mine instead.