[Ronan's stomach drops the same way it did when he first realized he was gay, and in the subsequent months and years, every moment he had to face an attractive boy and be confronted with his arousal all over again. For a long time, desire would become nausea, until he learned to channel it into violence instead. See, he's known for most of his life that he had a disgusting and forbidden appetite. He'd only managed to fool himself into believing that what he wanted would be okay here.
He presses his palm to his mouth, looking past Adam to the darkness of the lake.]
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He presses his palm to his mouth, looking past Adam to the darkness of the lake.]
I fucking said nevermind.