Ronan crosses his arms over his chest as Blue speaks, the rain unrelenting now, painful against Ronan's bare arms and bare head. The water floods over his eyes, thick enough Ronan can barely see Blue through it.
But he can hear her every word, each one cutting.
It's a simple phrase and for a simple enough idea. Adam deserves better so give him what he deserves. But Adam deserves not to have had to lead the life he has, he deserves a better family, better opportunities, better living conditions. He deserves the future he's worked so hard for, an Ivy league education and career. Ronan can't give him anything but shoddy dream things he usually doesn't even want.
"And how the fuck do you propose I do that?" he replies eventually, scowling at the way the words catch in his throat. For the first time in a long time, he's getting tired of fighting. "Dream up a better me?"
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But he can hear her every word, each one cutting.
It's a simple phrase and for a simple enough idea. Adam deserves better so give him what he deserves. But Adam deserves not to have had to lead the life he has, he deserves a better family, better opportunities, better living conditions. He deserves the future he's worked so hard for, an Ivy league education and career. Ronan can't give him anything but shoddy dream things he usually doesn't even want.
"And how the fuck do you propose I do that?" he replies eventually, scowling at the way the words catch in his throat. For the first time in a long time, he's getting tired of fighting. "Dream up a better me?"