Who: Adam and Ronan What: Cuddling/Boxing aftermath Where: Their dorm room When: 8/9 -Late night Warning: Low
Ronan spent a good part of the night in New Orleans, just to box someone. It was impulsive and stupid, but Ronan doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions, his new memories, any other way. Ronan either drank himself to numbness or started a fight just to feel pain. When Adora and Ronan were both too tired to go on anymore, he retired for the night.
Back at his apartment, it’s quiet. Not even the birds were awake. Ronan kept quiet, slinking his way deeper into the apartment. As he crosses the living room, he spots that Adam’s door is open just a little, a subtle invitation.
“Adam,” Ronan murmurs, using his shoulder to open the door even more. Ronan was sure Adam hasn’t fallen asleep. “Wake up, asshole,” he says anyways.
If Adam was honest with himself, which he normally was, he didn't like the idea of Ronan going off somewhere. Much less to box some random stranger. Maybe they weren't a stranger, but they were to him.
He'd given both of their girls some crackers and then tried to focus on anything other than where the other was at. Something that was getting harder and harder to do. So, he'd decided to try and sleep instead. Keyword there, try.
Adam had left his bedroom door slightly open and groans slightly when he hears Ronan's voice. Those eyes looking towards the other. "Everything go okay?"
Before Ronan says anything, his eyes make a quick sweep of Adam’s room. It’s partially lit up by the moon’s glow that seeps through the blinds. He can make out shapes, silhouettes of inanimate objects. Slowly his attention drifts back to a very tired Adam, Ronan can hear it in his voice.
“Everything’s fine,” Ronan starts off, taking a step into Adam’s room. Adam’s room is less cluttered than his own. Things have proper places in Adam’s room. Empty liquor bottles don’t litter his floor either.
He sits down at the edge of Adam’s bed, slowly, because his body was sore from getting pummeled so much. “She knocked the air right the fuck out of me.”
Adam watches Ronan pretty closely, noting how he looks around the room. Almost as if he's making sure nothing was lurking in the darkness. Which made him a tad bit paranoid, but he doesn't show it. There was nothing in his room that shouldn't be.
"So, you're sore then?" It's more of a rhetorical question than anything else. Of course, he'd be sore, especially if the woman had knocked the air out of him. Which he wasn't happy about, but he couldn't pick the battles as the saying went even if he wanted to.
He moves over a bit, giving Ronan a little room if he wanted to sit anywhere but on the edge of the bed, which couldn't very well be comfortable.
“Just a little bit.” But he’ll be sorer tomorrow morning. Under him, the bed shifts when Adam scoots over. He looks over his shoulder, eyeing Adam laying on his bed.
He regards the available space that Adam has left for him. With a grunt, Ronan lowers himself, bringing his legs up onto the bed. He lays himself, on his back, next to Adam.
“It’s going to be a bitch tomorrow.”
Once Ronan is situated and laying back, Adam gets a bit more comfortable. The other looked like he was going through a bit of hell. Which is to say he'd probably have a few bruises later. Which made him worry just how bad they'd be. Not that he wanted to think about that.
"Oh, I don't doubt that one bit. How many bruises are you going to end up with?"
He turns a little, so that he's facing his boyfriend a bit more. That was still something he hadn't seen coming. Though, he wasn't complaining. Not one bit. Even if the other had decided to embarrass him the other day.
“Fuck if I know, Parrish,” he huffed, suddenly sounding impatient.
A moment later and his face softens when he looks at Adam. Isn’t it such a strange thing? The two of them together. And, something about being together with Adam made him catch more feelings than he ever imagined.
“Don’t worry about it.”
He raises a brow at how impatient Ronan sounded. Luckily, for him, he was used to that sound. That impatience. They were still learning about each other. Something that he enjoyed practically every day.
Adam gives him a soft smile and turns a bit so that he could watch his boyfriend for a moment. No one would've thought that he'd date someone like Ronan Lynch. They probably never saw that coming.
"I'll probably worry anyway, but I'll try not to. For you."
“Thanks,” he murmurs, slowly rolling onto his side so he could face Adam while they talked. Ronan’s eyes tick around Adam’s face, taking in his features. Everything about Adam made him feel something, that he hadn’t felt with anyone ever before. A warmth that went right down into his bones.
“Look, I’m sorry if I worried you,” he continues, a fingertip tracing the shape of Adam’s arm.
Adam wasn't entirely sure what he was being thanked for. For trying not to worry? Or for something else all together. He does, however, give his boyfriend a bit of a smile. Even as he feels that fingertip tracing along his arm.
"You did worry me. I was worried for you," he states softly. "You just asking someone to fight you like that. What would've happened, Ronan, if they were faster and stronger? Then what?" The unspoken what if you hadn't come home gets left unsaid.
He rolls onto his back with a grunt and Ronan tucks his arms under his head. “You wouldn’t understand, Parrish,” Ronan murmurs, closing his eyes.
“You didn’t see what I saw. The memory of my dad.” Ronan was very vague about it before, and didn't want to be read like an open book. “Don’t be so dramatic. I was going to come home one way or another.” The edges of his lips quirk, smirking at himself.
No, Adam hadn't seen whatever Ronan's memory was. Just like he wished that he'd never seen his own. Even if it hadn't exactly been bad to see his boyfriend get into a fight with his old man, but that was beside the point. It didn't make him worry any less.
"I'm not being dramatic, Ronan. I won't risk something happening to you. There's enough of that shit in the memories and I nearly lost you there." Only reason he hadn't is because he'd pressed charges. “Try and sleep.”
“You didn’t lose me, then. You’re not losing me now.” He’d peer out at Adam through the slit of his eyes. Boxing made him sore and tired. He’s much too exhausted to have this conversation.
“Yeah,” he sighs, “I’m tired as hell.”
That didn't mean that he didn't have fears of losing Ronan. The other may not be able to see it, but it was there. That fear that something could and would happen. He does, however, drop the subject all together. Especially when his boyfriend looked exhausted.
"Sleep."
Ronan is silent for a clockless moment before opening his eyes. “Roll over,” he says, nudging him to do so.
Ronan waits until Adam is laying on his side before scooting in. He curled his body against Adam’s, one arm drapes across his chest. “Now I can sleep.”
There's a bit of a face at the words but rolls over a bit anyway. It put him a bit closer to the wall and he made sure that he could get as comfortable as possible. The smile slipping onto his lips as Ronan scooted closer to him, his body curling against his.
For a moment, only a moment, Adam watches his boyfriend and then closes his eyes. As long as Ronan was comfortable then he'd be fine. He'd be able to sleep knowing that he was there, the weight of his arm giving him a sense of security.