The promise of fresh air, of being outside of the same four walls, is enough to push Ronan up to his elbows, gaze sweeping from Noah to Adam as though looking for permission.
"We'll even get a pint for Blue," he says, arching an eyebrow at Adam. "For later."
Not that Ronan has any fucking clue what flavor she likes, but he figures Noah does. "What'd'ya say, Parrish?"
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Date: 2016-04-17 03:52 pm (UTC)"We'll even get a pint for Blue," he says, arching an eyebrow at Adam. "For later."
Not that Ronan has any fucking clue what flavor she likes, but he figures Noah does. "What'd'ya say, Parrish?"