"If he were here there wouldn't be anything to fucking fix," Ronan snaps, but feels like only a half-truth on his tongue. Gansey's disappearance is a palpable thing, evident in every in of Hywel, in the identical Pigs parked out front, unmoving, in the debris scattered at Ronan's feet.
But his absence is far from the only thing that's broken.
"It's been a fucking year now, you know that?" he says then, resting his chin on his arms where they're crossed over his knees, regarding Adam over the stretch of space between them. "And I was here for nearly two months without any of you. Gansey came first and I thought... fuck, man. I thought he'd figure it out. I thought he'd know how to get us the fuck out of here, get us home."
It sounds petulant even to his own ears, his stomach twisting and voice faltering at the end. He doesn't know how to make it stop.
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Date: 2016-04-19 03:37 pm (UTC)But his absence is far from the only thing that's broken.
"It's been a fucking year now, you know that?" he says then, resting his chin on his arms where they're crossed over his knees, regarding Adam over the stretch of space between them. "And I was here for nearly two months without any of you. Gansey came first and I thought... fuck, man. I thought he'd figure it out. I thought he'd know how to get us the fuck out of here, get us home."
It sounds petulant even to his own ears, his stomach twisting and voice faltering at the end. He doesn't know how to make it stop.