Noah runs a hand through his hair and stares at the floor, his apology doing little to calm the itch under Ronan's skin. It's not Noah who should be apologizing, he knows. It's not Noah who's acting like a jerk.
Ronan asked.
His frown turns sharper as Noah continues and he glances over to see Noah looking right back at him. "Why bother then?" he replies, already well aware he'll likely regret asking again. "If you... I know you miss Krem, or at least miss what you had with him. I get it. But it's not--"
He huffs an breath then, irritated at himself and the fact that they're even having this conversation. Fuck, but Ronan hates talking. "I haven't met this Freddie prick and I don't want to, but he sounds like a dicksmack. Is the sex really that great? Don't answer that," he adds quickly, eyes narrowed before he continues. "You deserve better, that's all. You're more than just a fuck."
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Ronan asked.
His frown turns sharper as Noah continues and he glances over to see Noah looking right back at him. "Why bother then?" he replies, already well aware he'll likely regret asking again. "If you... I know you miss Krem, or at least miss what you had with him. I get it. But it's not--"
He huffs an breath then, irritated at himself and the fact that they're even having this conversation. Fuck, but Ronan hates talking. "I haven't met this Freddie prick and I don't want to, but he sounds like a dicksmack. Is the sex really that great? Don't answer that," he adds quickly, eyes narrowed before he continues. "You deserve better, that's all. You're more than just a fuck."