#five. four. three. two...

it was pouring and ronan was trying to be decent. “okay, look parrish, you either get in the fuckin’ car or you can stand there and get pneumonia or something, i don’t really give a shit.” he actually gave a lot of shits, but the expression on his face didn’t change from the ‘agitated doberman’ setting.  there was no way a bike was suitable transportation in this sort of weather. he thought about dreaming a hovering rain deflector or something to follow adam around while he insisted on riding that two wheeled single gear monstrosity. “you got five seconds to open that door.”