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* 8 months later*
“Parrish!” Ronan hollered. “Get your butt in here, now”
Parrish sauntered into the living room of their tiny new flat in Georgetown.
He had been unpacking feet bare in old jeans and Columbia university shirt, a present from Ronan.
“What?” he smirked.
Ronan held up his computer that was dinging and chiming at him.
Parrish sighed and joined him cross-legged on the floor leaning against the couch.
“You could learn, you know?” he remarked as he took the laptop and settled it in front of him.
“I know,” Ronan answered smugly before pressing a soft kiss to Adam’s cheek.
Adam smiled. They both knew they weren’t going anywhere right now.
He returned the kiss with a soft press on lips, pulling away before Ronan could deepen it.
Adam answered the call, then waited as the screen cleared.
“Hello? Hello? Can anybody hear me?” Gansey called voice distorted through the speakers.
“Yeah, Dick. This ain’t a mic check”
Gansey smiled like Ronan being a wiseass so everything must be right in the world, and for the moment it was.
“Where’s Blue?” Adam asked.
Gansey turned his head and searched behind him.
He was sitting in a chair, maybe in a tent, in the middle of a sunny field with the glow of the afternoon shining behind him.
“Ah, Last I saw she was stealing food from cart service… Maybe she is off if Harmonica Harry, you know?”
Adam and Ronan nodded immediately.
They were both well acquainted with the local homeless man and his dog that would wait around for food at the Piggly Wiggly.
Gansey nodded, “Yeah. Him. It’s quiche day, his favourite so..”
“How’s the film?” Adam asked.
“Good, good.” Gansey beamed. He launched into a long spiel about the arc of his character and the journey the audience would have.
Ronan tried to contain his eye roll by staring over Gansey’s shoulder.
“WHAT? When did that happen?” He blurted out.
Parrish chuckled and Gansey looked confused, “Well after he confronts his brother in the cave he is forced to-”
“No, not you, Dick! Look behind you!”
Gansey sighed forcefully and turned around before turning back before raising his eyebrows.
He seemed completely unsurprised that Henry and Noah were making out behind him.
“They’re always like this, now.” Gansey sulked. “But I just can’t fire them!”
“You knew?” Ronan exclaimed.
Parrish poked his elbow into Ronan’s ribs. “Yeah, it was pretty obvious.”
“I knew! I just didn't know HE knew!” Ronan jabbed back.
"It was pretty obvious, Ro."
Ronan sputtered indignantly, "I was focussed on other things."
“Like what?”
Ronan gave Adam a long look.
Adam blushed a little, his ears reddening.
“Harry says next time it's quiche day, he doesn’t mind the pesto but he prefers the ham, cheese, and tomato,” Blue commented, loudly announcing her presence.
She sat on Gansey’s lap as he wound his arms around her.
“They were having a moment.” He whispered conspiratorially.
“Ohhhh! Hi, lovebleurghs!” She called.
"Hi, Blue."
Adam and Ronan waved, their fingers intertwined, and resting on Ronan’s knee.
And Ronan knew he was never letting go.