“If you’re being a gentleman, I may die of shock.”
they got boy whores! isn’t that thoughtful.
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.”














