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Gansey was in a Mood. Ronan wasn’t entirely sure what it was about. Blue? Glendower? The lack of Glendower? Ronan himself? He didn’t know this time. But he was easily irritable today. Ronan made one joke, not even a bad one. For whatever reason though, it rubbed Gansey the wrong way. Hence the calling of his last name.
“Adam, Lynch. You two go to Nino’s while I go pick Blue up, we’ll meet back at Monmouth in twenty.” Without another word he got in the Pig and took off, leaving Adam and Ronan to get into Adam’s car. Ronan distractedly thinking about what Gansey had just said.
Adam, Lynch. Adam. Lynch. Adam Lynch.
Shit. He’d be lying if he said that didn’t sound amazing, and Ronan Lynch didn’t lie.
Jesus fucking Christ, he thought to himself. He was so screwed. Out loud, he said, “When we see Blue, remind me to ask her to slap me.”
Adam, startled out of his gaze, which may or may not have been pointed at Ronan, whatever, said, “What? Why?”
“Forget it, I'm hungry. Just drive. And I know I’m easy to look at and all, but eyes on the road, Parrish. I’m not dying in this piece of junk.”
Adam didn't even deny the fact that he'd been staring. Instead he just shook his head and smiled to himself. Because Ronan was just so dumb and Adam kind of loved him for it.