One of the things coming out of her mouth was a surprise, one was not; of course Adam would mention him. Adam would always mention his friends -- no doubt he'd spoken of Gansey and the Maggot more than enough. Perhaps even Noah. But this fucking woman, calling him precious?
He was, for one, horrid second, reminded of some distant moment in his childhood, walking through a grocery store with his brother, an elderly lady reaching over to pat his little brother on the head, calling them both... that.
Even then, Ronan remembered shuddering in abject horror. (Matthew, though? Matthew could still be called precious and no one would bat an eye.)
"I don't know, maybe you should hide away so my fucking bird doesn't crap on you." His fucking bird, it turned out, wasn't as pissed at him as she had the right to be, and with a loud Kerah swooped over Lorna's head and over to him, landing on his raised wrist, her claws tight on the leather.
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He was, for one, horrid second, reminded of some distant moment in his childhood, walking through a grocery store with his brother, an elderly lady reaching over to pat his little brother on the head, calling them both... that.
Even then, Ronan remembered shuddering in abject horror. (Matthew, though? Matthew could still be called precious and no one would bat an eye.)
"I don't know, maybe you should hide away so my fucking bird doesn't crap on you." His fucking bird, it turned out, wasn't as pissed at him as she had the right to be, and with a loud Kerah swooped over Lorna's head and over to him, landing on his raised wrist, her claws tight on the leather.