( head tilting, so he can press a kiss to the corner of ronan's lips. he's--concerned. less about kavinsky, more about the impact this will have on ronan. but he does trust him, so. )
Promise me you won't let him drag you into any of his bullshit.
We were in the safehouse, ( because he's not going to follow kavinsky out to a club, thank you very much. adam shifts his weight up onto his hand pressing against ronan's chest, uses it to raise himself up a little. nips gently at ronan's lower lip. ) I'm not following him into a club.
( a low hum, lips curling at the corners. )
I'd maybe follow you into one. Maybe. On a good day.
( except you know, now he's stuck thinking about kavinsky, and his stupid asshole shenanigans out there, probably getting himself into shit. ronan thought adam was at a club, so he's guessing k's picture was at one. which means he's probably high, again. which means he's probably making a mess out of shit.
which means that spark of heat that ronan's hand sliding up his shirt creates is damn near immediately getting snuffed out because adam's thinking about the mess they're going to have to clean up and it's three something am and they should have probably been asleep before kavinsky ruined it.
so he. tugs back a bit. moves his weight off his hand and lays down on top of ronan instead, legs shoving between the other's own. )
We should probably do that first. ( considering they're not going to get anything done for a while once they're housing kavinsky. )
( they may be across dimensions but this is still his absolute favorite place to be. ronan makes a great mattress, thank you, and being able to sleep with him (the actual sleep, not the other stuff. although the other stuff is fantastic too) without having to worry about what he'll find when he wakes up is. both a relief and a little sad. but this part? this is the best part. adam's favorite. )
Won't burn a hole in our bank account, and doesn't include more than one near-death experience.
( oh, right, okay. guess he's just going to stay right here then. no point in fighting it, is there?
ronan closes his eyes but adam knows better than to think he's actually asleep. he'd--tell him to, but that's useless. hard to fight insomnia off with strong words, so he just closes his own eyes and drifts off.
trusts ronan to move or wake him up or something if he needs it. )
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( you know, the idiots and assholes. )
We'll keep an eye on him.
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You sure?
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( honestly that's probably preferable but. )
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It's gonna be a bitch to get him clean.
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( how else. . are they going to get him clean, honestly. )
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( not entirely where he saw his life going but. there are worse places. )
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Deal.
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( this is his life and he did choose this and he has zero regrets. )
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[ poor poor kavinsky. ]
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Promise me you won't let him drag you into any of his bullshit.
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[ playful, tilting his head a little to catch adam's lips. ]
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( a low hum, lips curling at the corners. )
I'd maybe follow you into one. Maybe. On a good day.
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[ hmmm. sliding a hand up along adam's side, shoving his shirt up. ]
Guess we are overdue for a night out.
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( except you know, now he's stuck thinking about kavinsky, and his stupid asshole shenanigans out there, probably getting himself into shit. ronan thought adam was at a club, so he's guessing k's picture was at one. which means he's probably high, again. which means he's probably making a mess out of shit.
which means that spark of heat that ronan's hand sliding up his shirt creates is damn near immediately getting snuffed out because adam's thinking about the mess they're going to have to clean up and it's three something am and they should have probably been asleep before kavinsky ruined it.
so he. tugs back a bit. moves his weight off his hand and lays down on top of ronan instead, legs shoving between the other's own. )
We should probably do that first. ( considering they're not going to get anything done for a while once they're housing kavinsky. )
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he wraps an arm around adam. ]
Know anybody who'll babysit when we need a night off?
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( weird question to ask and adam is against getting close to people here anyway but. could be worse. )
We'll take a night off first. You and me, whatever you want to get into. Within reason. Weird cyberpunk clubs, tennis tournaments, whatever.
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he rubs adam's back thoughtfully. ]
Define "within reason". [ he'll make a fucking itinerary. make gansey proud. to make up for the bullshit he's putting adam through here. ]
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Won't burn a hole in our bank account, and doesn't include more than one near-death experience.
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[ it's not a date night if there's not a little flirting with death. ]
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( another kiss, this time to the center of ronan's chest. and then he looks up, gives ronan a wry smile. )
Don't let me down.
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[ that smile is all he needs in this world. the only fucking thing that matters to him in the here and now. ]
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( rolling over onto his side so he's not. actually using ronan as a mattress, they've got a bed for a reason. )
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[ uh, no, come here. he holds adam there and shuts his eyes.
He doesn't actually sleep. He does start to put together a plan for the day. ]
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ronan closes his eyes but adam knows better than to think he's actually asleep. he'd--tell him to, but that's useless. hard to fight insomnia off with strong words, so he just closes his own eyes and drifts off.
trusts ronan to move or wake him up or something if he needs it. )