#ronan threads.

ronan's more than aware that he's sulking while he nurses what'll likely be his last drink of the night, sitting alone in a dark room as he contemplates all the ways this could have gone differently. if he'd gotten the courage ten minutes earlier, maybe it wouldn't have happened that way. when the door opens he poises himself to curse the person out, only to spy the object of both his affection and ire in the doorway, looking at him. "what?" he snaps and then peers elsewhere. "i was having a moment, y'know. you're interrupting."

"people are watching, would it kill you to not look like you want to murder me?" surprise, surprise, two people who hate each other aren't too good at pretending to be in love. still, ronan isn't willing to give up this half baked plan of his. "come on. smile."

"Am I allowed to enjoy myself for five minutes without being accosted by you, or is that out of the question?"

"you heard something you shouldn't have. is there an easy way to make sure it stays between us, or do you intend on making it difficult?"

"i'm not supposed to talk to the media right now, so i guess that means we can't talk."

"careful, you keep coming so close to me and i might think you actually enjoy my company."

"have i told you my theory that maybe all this skincare stuff is an elaborate attempt to poison me?"

ronan hadn't even turned on the porch light, so he supposed he couldn't be upset about being interrupted as he brooded in the dark, staring out at the backyard. he avoided their gaze, but the look on his face, the pure exhaustion and the way he held his phone in a vice grip gave away enough to make evident his struggle. "can't sleep." he uttered, not really interested in small talk.