He called no attention to the bands, not because curiosity didn't burn underneath his skin, but because Adam seemed uncomfortable to be caught wearing them -- and why wouldn't he? If Ronan knew anything (and out of everything he did know, Adam was at the top of that list), he knew Adam had not been expecting to run into anyone from home.
That fact invited a lot of questions, questions that he could only see answered with things that would fuel his anger into a forest fire, wild and untamed-
and so he asked nothing.
"Two-Wheel-Shitbox, Parrish, important distinction. You wouldn't want to insult your precious Hondayota with the comparison," he said, his answering smirk full of nonchalant arrogance, parrying blow for blow. It was easier, like this; easier to pretend this was just another day for them, that they weren't stranded in who-the-hell-even-knowsville, that Ronan wasn't about to implode from the even mix of worry and anger.
Even if Adam had thought of Ronan missing those from home, them missing him (and hell, if he'd heard it aloud, he would have cursed at him, because what the hell, Parrish, like Gansey wouldn't miss them both, like Maggot wouldn't miss him, like Ronan wouldn't have missed him before, get your head out of your ass), he hadn't hit Ronan's true fear -- if they noticed him gone, if they missed him, fine. That was fine. But if he was gone, gone the way Niall Lynch was gone, then-
'Annoyed' was putting it lightly. 'Going out of his mind because his brother may just have been put to sleep forever' sounded more accurate.
He was doing excellently with not thinking about that, thanks, Adam.
"Are you shitting me? You, in a coffee shop? Tell me you punch them in the face every time someone asks you for a fucking triple venti half-sweet decaf soy latte."
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That fact invited a lot of questions, questions that he could only see answered with things that would fuel his anger into a forest fire, wild and untamed-
and so he asked nothing.
"Two-Wheel-Shitbox, Parrish, important distinction. You wouldn't want to insult your precious Hondayota with the comparison," he said, his answering smirk full of nonchalant arrogance, parrying blow for blow. It was easier, like this; easier to pretend this was just another day for them, that they weren't stranded in who-the-hell-even-knowsville, that Ronan wasn't about to implode from the even mix of worry and anger.
Even if Adam had thought of Ronan missing those from home, them missing him (and hell, if he'd heard it aloud, he would have cursed at him, because what the hell, Parrish, like Gansey wouldn't miss them both, like Maggot wouldn't miss him, like Ronan wouldn't have missed him before, get your head out of your ass), he hadn't hit Ronan's true fear -- if they noticed him gone, if they missed him, fine. That was fine. But if he was gone, gone the way Niall Lynch was gone, then-
'Annoyed' was putting it lightly. 'Going out of his mind because his brother may just have been put to sleep forever' sounded more accurate.
He was doing excellently with not thinking about that, thanks, Adam.
"Are you shitting me? You, in a coffee shop? Tell me you punch them in the face every time someone asks you for a fucking triple venti half-sweet decaf soy latte."