"Gansey's just as fucking lost in this place as I am," Ronan snarls. The guitar in his lap feels like a shield. A shield against Blue of all people which is a fucking joke all by itself. "And Noah has Krem and half the fucking town to be his friend."
Adam, Ronan doesn't mention, the name sticking in his throat.
"It's not like I've fucking disappeared. I'm still here. I haven't gone anywhere. I'm around for the important shit, around when we need a new goddamn dryer or shower curtain or whatever. What the fuck is it you think I'm trying to prove? I'm here. That's all the fuck I can do."
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Date: 2015-12-08 03:21 am (UTC)Adam, Ronan doesn't mention, the name sticking in his throat.
"It's not like I've fucking disappeared. I'm still here. I haven't gone anywhere. I'm around for the important shit, around when we need a new goddamn dryer or shower curtain or whatever. What the fuck is it you think I'm trying to prove? I'm here. That's all the fuck I can do."