[ as adam gets into the car, ronan has no doubt anymore that the restless energy is under his skin. it's amplified in adam's presence. maybe it has something to do with their shared connection to cabeswater, but it probably has more to do with just adam and the smell of pencil lead and fresh dirt and motor oil and shampoo he brings with him, and beneath that the smell of mist and moss. those are the things that make ronan's pulse pick up, a steady buzz in the background of his thoughts. a constant awareness of their closeness.
there's no objection to the seatbelt, obviously, even though ronan's not about to go racing through the streets with adam in the passenger seat. (unlike noah, adam is still very much alive and ronan very much wants to keep him that way.) no sooner has he heard the click than he's jerking the gear shift and peeling away from the curb. ]
Seriously? You sound like Gansey. [ he meant it as a jibe, but it falls short. ] There's only room enough for one of him in this world.
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there's no objection to the seatbelt, obviously, even though ronan's not about to go racing through the streets with adam in the passenger seat. (unlike noah, adam is still very much alive and ronan very much wants to keep him that way.) no sooner has he heard the click than he's jerking the gear shift and peeling away from the curb. ]
Seriously? You sound like Gansey. [ he meant it as a jibe, but it falls short. ] There's only room enough for one of him in this world.