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What the fuck was that about?

Forget it. It's nothing, Lynch.

The fuck it is.

[Kavinsky narrows his eyes at Adam, then goes to grab another beer from the fridge to supplement the one in his hand, and pushes past him] Fuck you, Parrish.

Leave it. [Anger's starting to boil up, spoiling that flirtatious mood that they'd started. But Adam had made a promise to Kavinsky. Well, not a promise, exactly, but it was still something he'd meant. Adam keeps from looking at Ronan still because he knows that the wrong look or words would make everything spill out. And even though their relationship isn't where it had been before all of this had started, things were level enough that the fights didn't matter.]

You're only saying that because you know it's true. I'm not trying to be a dick here, but you have to realize all this stuff here at Aglionby isn't going to matter the moment you graduate. College or not, once they don't have to be around Joseph Kavinsky, they're going to put as much distance as they can between you and them.

Edited 2014-12-01 05:16 (UTC)

[She holds a hand out] Let me see?

[Kavinsky's jaw clenches, then he turns back to him, putting his arms out] Yeah, man. I got it, alright? I have no fucking friends. They all came to me to get shit from me and I was perfectly fucking fine with it cause I didn't want to be alone. I got nothing after Aglionby but Ronan. [He shrugs] That's fucking fine with me. I don't have shit to give them anymore anyway.

You wanna tell me some more about how no one'll want to be around Joseph Kavinsky once we're done? I already fucking know that. I tried to kill myself, remember? I'm over it. I'm over all of it.

You have us, too. [Adam might complain, but the events of the past few weeks have gone a long way with him.] Well, I can't speak for Blue or Gansey, but. What you did in Carolina, the stuff you sacrificed before then. It meant a lot. You think I'd be on you about homework and those assholes at school if I didn't care about what happens to you? So Ronan's not the only person you have here. [It's the closest you're gonna get to him admitting friendship. Revel.]

[He hands it over with a bemused look. ~~ohgodbluepleasedon'tfigureouthowtochangeitbecausehethinksit'sadreamphone.~~]

[She has a very low end version of the phone, so there are more bells and whistles. And it also seems like it's been tweaked to hell and back - which made sense, given that Kavinsky had given it to him. But she looks at the settings] How close are you to Kavinsky when it changes back?

We live in the same house. Does it really matter?

Considering you have Bluetooth and easy share turned on, yeah. It's probably syncing to his phone.

That dick.

[She laughs, turns both off, and changes his ringtone] That might fix it. It might go all tweaky when it's in proximity to his phone though. [She grins at him] You're so cute when you're Amish.

[Kavinsky stops, going quiet for a long moment. He never thought he'd hear Adam say any of them. Hell, he never thought he'd be in the position to even care about what Adam had to say. Yet, it all means something, because he does care. He has no idea why Adam would care about what happens to him, but Adam hasn't ever tried to use him for anything, so that's a big thing in his book]

Wow, Parrish. Could you be more gay? I swear to god, if you bust out a guitar and start singing Kumbaya, I'm so out of here. [But he's smiling, cause that was fucking sweet, and it makes him feel a little less on the lonely side]

I am not. [Bitch moan mumble grumble.]

And here I am with no guitar in sight. Now get out of here, I smell like a wino.

You're a fucking dork. [he snorts, waving a hand at him as he walks away, but calls out] I'm showering after you, so don't use up all the god damn hot water!

Are too. It's okay. You're less Amish now.

I can't believe I overlooked that. [And now he's just staring at the evil piece of technology.] Why did you let me suffer so long?

Just dawned on me. And hey, I've been pretty Amish up until recently. You know I'd never knowingly make you suffer with Murder Squash. That's worse than toilet Hot Pocket.

No. [Ronan thrives on anger. Sensing Adam's only eggs him on.] What's the problem, huh?

My problem is you, okay?! [He looks up then, staring Ronan dead in the eyes, unable to mask the anger there.] You made your choice already. You can't just keep flirting with me and expect things to be okay.

I made the choice? [Ronan gets up and goes back inside Monmouth.]

Edited (ugh. i mixed up threads. brain not working. ) 2014-12-01 16:57 (UTC)