Ronan watches Blue carefully as she wrings out her dress, wonders what Gansey or Adam would think to see her like this, if they'd find it as appealing as Ronan would find Adam soaked to the bone in only a single clingy shirt and jeans.
She holds out the guitar to him and Ronan eyes it skeptically. "Why? You wanna keep it for something?"
Before she can answer, though, he takes it, grabbing it by the dented body, smoothing a hand over the splintered wood. "I could just dream up a new one," he tells her, but he's holding this one possessively. Protectively. "A better one."
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Date: 2015-12-18 02:52 am (UTC)She holds out the guitar to him and Ronan eyes it skeptically. "Why? You wanna keep it for something?"
Before she can answer, though, he takes it, grabbing it by the dented body, smoothing a hand over the splintered wood. "I could just dream up a new one," he tells her, but he's holding this one possessively. Protectively. "A better one."