Re: Mars / Chocolaty Thicket / Fable
Ronan stood away from the fairy garden, because he'd suddenly decided to heed Logan's warnings about it. Partially because he absolutely needed to finish his damn cigarette and it seemed rude to smoke so close to someone who was or planned on being pregnant. And also he'd heard somewhere that negative vibes affected plants. Probably some hippie bullshit from Troy. Rhia gestured toward the bench and Ronan shook his head while he took another drag. Sitting meant staying. Ronan was not staying any longer than he felt needed to. How long was that? Fuck if he knew. "No. Thank you." He attempted what should have been considered a polite smile, but Ronan was a bit out of practice. "I didn't mean to bother ya... with whatever it is ye're doin'." Mars didn't know. "Ironically, not much of a green thumb." The Irishman, who probably descended from potato farmers, admitted.
"Mum was." He chimed in, albeit unexpectedly. "She had a little garden off the kitchen Da put it in for her." He vaguely remembered. "Kiernan helped, I mostly stole stuff from it." Mars realized he was rambling and he took another drag to kill some time. "Anyway... I don't hate ye." He transitioned about as awkwardly as Conlan did trying to drive a manual. "I'm sorry if I gave ye that impression. I just I don't get ya? I mean... I'm pretty good at reading people and I can never tell what ye're thinkin' or what ye're going ta say next. I think it's unnervin'. Plus, I can tell Kier, well, he really likes you and that scares me. I was there the last time he lost someone and I don't want him to go through that again." Ronan stopped himself, realizing he'd just said way more than he'd planned on. After he looked down to make sure the ground was still there, and shifted his feet to prove it remained steady, he took another drag for courage. "But anyway, I'm having a fuck of a month, so I thought I'd just clear the air."