Ronan's smile wavers then, an ugly mix of sensations prickling under his skin. As little as he wants to talk about it, he knows he was the one to start the conversation, and he fucking hates seeing that expression on Noah's face.
"A date," he repeats, trying to settle the feeling in his stomach. "That guy you mentioned a couple weeks ago? The British prick? What happened?"
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Date: 2016-09-05 05:18 am (UTC)"A date," he repeats, trying to settle the feeling in his stomach. "That guy you mentioned a couple weeks ago? The British prick? What happened?"