Feb. 13th, 2017

thedreamthief: (cleaned up)
In the end, Ronan chose a place that wasn't too expensive or too high-class, but one where it also wasn't out of place to dress in something a little nicer than jeans and a tank-top. Even two years out of Aglionby hadn't endeared Ronan to wearing a fucking tie so he didn't quite go that far, but did dress in a nicer pair of slacks and a white buttoned-up shirt that he kept loose up by the neck so he didn't feel he was being strangled.

And a blazer he'd dreamt a few weeks ago, the fabric undefinable but comfortable and sleek.

The dinner was paid for entirely in money he'd earned at Graymark, money he'd tried telling Luke he didn't really need but Luke insisted on giving him. It was more than enough to cover anything he and Adam might want, even when Ronan asked for another round of wine.

"Thought we could go for a walk or something after this," he said, dropping his hands to fidget with the napkin in his lap and trying not to stare at Adam's face in the low light for too long, the cast of shadows across his cheekbones and the purse of his lips. Jesus, when had he turned into such a fucking lovesick asshole? "Or we can just go back to Cabeswater. Or Hywel," he added because that felt important. It was Adam's decision, really. "Everyone else is out at that party, aren't they?"

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