[The sliver of a smile cuts Ronan's face, as good as an answer to Gansey's speculation. In all honesty, he needs Gansey's orders not because he enjoys them (though he does) but because he can't guess, otherwise, what Gansey does or doesn't like. He's surprised to find Gansey reacting to him at all.
Ronan's hand continues to stroke Gansey lazily through the fabric while he admires this rare vision of his friend losing control. It's only a small slip, but this is still a Gansey who can't quite remember to hold himself together.]
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Ronan's hand continues to stroke Gansey lazily through the fabric while he admires this rare vision of his friend losing control. It's only a small slip, but this is still a Gansey who can't quite remember to hold himself together.]
What do you want, Gansey?