closed starter for @sempcranticus, continued from here
Someone else? Adam’s brows knitted in a frown, disapproving Ronan’s choice of words. “Seriously? There’s not going to be another.”
Then he sighs, rolling his eyes skyward. “I ain’t unfaithful.” He knows that’s not what Ronan meant, but Adam felt like throwing it out there; to be absolutely clear on their relationship. “Tell me to wait, Ronan.” His accent slips, his drawl noticeable as they tend to drag out his vowels. He’s serious, determined, and the look in his eyes were no different. “Ronan. Tell me, right now. Ask me.”
He wants to say he knows. Ronan wants to say that without a doubt, he knows Adam would never leave him. But a voice in the back of his head reminds him that his boyfriend has goals, ambitions, a desperate desire for a life that’ll take him far away from Henrietta—from the place Ronan is scared he’ll never be able to leave. “Fuckin’ whatever.”
He looks away, gnawing on his bracelets, unable to meet Adam’s eyes. It’s nothing he’s done wrong—nothing anyone has done wrong, really. But he’s angry with himself, and his anger comes out in a harsh whisper that he half-hopes Adam won’t be able to hear or translate. “Exspecta me. Non me derelinquas post has iuxta morem universae terrae.”