The words feel all the more damning spoken out loud and Ronan wrenches back slightly as Noah's hands drift away.
"Shit," he breathes, balling his hands into tight fists at his sides. Because it's not like he doesn't already know how Noah feels, like he doesn't remember the way Noah had yanked away from him at that stupid dance, how his face had clouded over in anger.
How he'd told Adam it wouldn't happen again.
But he can't deny it now, both because it's a fucking blatant lie and because Noah would know anyway.
"Just-- forget it," Ronan decides then, shutting it down before Noah has to be the one to do it. "It's not your fucking problem, okay? I know how this goes down."
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"Shit," he breathes, balling his hands into tight fists at his sides. Because it's not like he doesn't already know how Noah feels, like he doesn't remember the way Noah had yanked away from him at that stupid dance, how his face had clouded over in anger.
How he'd told Adam it wouldn't happen again.
But he can't deny it now, both because it's a fucking blatant lie and because Noah would know anyway.
"Just-- forget it," Ronan decides then, shutting it down before Noah has to be the one to do it. "It's not your fucking problem, okay? I know how this goes down."