[He doesn't know what sort of a response he expected. Not a bad one, certainly. Maybe he didn't expect anything at all - he didn't say it for the response he might get, after all. He said it because it's true, and because he wanted Ronan to know. Needed him to know.
So Ronan's response doesn't matter, not really, but even so it's perfect. Ronan looks happy in a way that Adam certainly didn't expect, though maybe he should have - maybe he should've known that his love would be valuable, that it would mean something to Ronan, that it means something that he was able to say it.
It means something to Adam. It felt good to say it, it felt like he was settling something within himself. Maybe he's known for awhile - no, he has known for awhile. How could he not love Ronan, after everything, after all of this? How could he not love him, simply for who he is? It was a matter of saying it, that's all, a matter of letting himself accept it. Not that he loves Ronan - that's easy, that's a simple truth that's become part of him - but that he can love at all, and that he can do it wholeheartedly and with every cell in his body.
He catches hold of Ronan's jacket with his free hand, leaning into him. The warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his voice. Of course he loves Ronan. He should have said it long ago, but he doesn't regret saying it now. It would be impossible to regret the look on Ronan's face, the undisguised affection in his eyes. He doesn't think he'll ever get over the way Ronan looks right now.
And he loves hearing it in return. Even if Ronan had never said it again, that once, on the couch in the dark, was everything to Adam. He would never have needed to hear it again, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love the sound of it on Ronan's lips, the renewed certainty that he is loved. That this is real.]
It's been true for a long time.
[He thinks Ronan probably knows that, but he wants to say that, too. Maybe it took him this long, maybe he had to turn it over and take it apart because he's Adam Parrish and that's what he does, but it was still true long before the words ever left his lips.
He's breathless, from the kiss and from his own thoughts, and he doesn't even consider or care that anyone might see them. Let them see, he's nothing but lucky to have Ronan, nothing but lucky to be loved by him. Adam is smiling, carefree and open, and he doesn't look away from Ronan for a moment as he closes the slight bit of space between them to kiss him again.]
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So Ronan's response doesn't matter, not really, but even so it's perfect. Ronan looks happy in a way that Adam certainly didn't expect, though maybe he should have - maybe he should've known that his love would be valuable, that it would mean something to Ronan, that it means something that he was able to say it.
It means something to Adam. It felt good to say it, it felt like he was settling something within himself. Maybe he's known for awhile - no, he has known for awhile. How could he not love Ronan, after everything, after all of this? How could he not love him, simply for who he is? It was a matter of saying it, that's all, a matter of letting himself accept it. Not that he loves Ronan - that's easy, that's a simple truth that's become part of him - but that he can love at all, and that he can do it wholeheartedly and with every cell in his body.
He catches hold of Ronan's jacket with his free hand, leaning into him. The warmth of his body, his scent, the sound of his voice. Of course he loves Ronan. He should have said it long ago, but he doesn't regret saying it now. It would be impossible to regret the look on Ronan's face, the undisguised affection in his eyes. He doesn't think he'll ever get over the way Ronan looks right now.
And he loves hearing it in return. Even if Ronan had never said it again, that once, on the couch in the dark, was everything to Adam. He would never have needed to hear it again, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love the sound of it on Ronan's lips, the renewed certainty that he is loved. That this is real.]
It's been true for a long time.
[He thinks Ronan probably knows that, but he wants to say that, too. Maybe it took him this long, maybe he had to turn it over and take it apart because he's Adam Parrish and that's what he does, but it was still true long before the words ever left his lips.
He's breathless, from the kiss and from his own thoughts, and he doesn't even consider or care that anyone might see them. Let them see, he's nothing but lucky to have Ronan, nothing but lucky to be loved by him. Adam is smiling, carefree and open, and he doesn't look away from Ronan for a moment as he closes the slight bit of space between them to kiss him again.]