Re: Mixed Signals
"Fuckin' anywhere." But Ronan's clever and well planned retort fell on deaf ears. "Of course I knew." He'd known Kiernan discovering his secret was all but guaranteed. "Ye think I planned any of this!?" Mars yelled, but didn't know how things had escalated so quickly. The younger brother had been a powder keg with a lit fuse, Kiernan's line of questioning had just shortened the cord. "I don't fuckin' know." Ronan confessed, then searched the kitchen for something to hit. When nothing named Conlan or Morgan popped up he brought his fists down on the island out of frustration.
"Don't ye think I know?" How fucked up this situation was. Yes fif-fucking-teen. "I didn't..." ask for it or plan on it? He hadn't. Ronan's heart had been in the right place, and as far as he was concerned it still was. Nobody would understand that. Kiernan was being downright saintly at the moment and he didn't understand it. "Fuck if I know." The Irishman admitted and used his sleeve to wipe near his eyes. "Yeah, I love her, Kier. Whatever the fuck that makes me." Ronan sighed and sat on the stool in defeat. "I don't know. Guess it'd be awkward if we went to prom together, huh?" Though he'd joked, inside Ronan burned. The mere thought of anyone judging Gael and him, or worse, trying to separate them, filled Mars with a deep-seeded rage. "We need help, Kiernan." Yes, he'd said 'we'.