There's an edge of defeat in Noah's tone, a glimpse of how much this is actually hurting him. It goes deeper than this Brit asshole, Ronan thinks, deeper than this one failed date. Probably deeper than Krem even.
"Hey," Ronan says, his voice lower as he slings his arm over Noah's shoulder. "I mean it. I know it sounds like bullshit, but it's true."
There's more he wants to say, more he probably needs to and more he probably shouldn't. But Ronan's never been any good with words anyway. All he has is the camera in Noah's hands, the weight of his arm over Noah's shoulder, this moment out in the sun with a boy who's heart is too big for him. And the lingering memory of a mistake he'd made months ago, a presumption swiftly corrected.
"Want me to kick his ass?" he asks then, partly serious but mostly just wanting to make Noah smile.
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Date: 2016-09-05 06:18 pm (UTC)"Hey," Ronan says, his voice lower as he slings his arm over Noah's shoulder. "I mean it. I know it sounds like bullshit, but it's true."
There's more he wants to say, more he probably needs to and more he probably shouldn't. But Ronan's never been any good with words anyway. All he has is the camera in Noah's hands, the weight of his arm over Noah's shoulder, this moment out in the sun with a boy who's heart is too big for him. And the lingering memory of a mistake he'd made months ago, a presumption swiftly corrected.
"Want me to kick his ass?" he asks then, partly serious but mostly just wanting to make Noah smile.