Fucking shit. [ Ronan can't help the curse escaping him when he recognizes Declan, his knees suddenly feeling like jelly. Their eyes meet, and he's transported right back to dirty fights against cars, thoughtless punches and angry words spat at each other.
His first reaction is, what the fuck is Declan doing here?
His second reaction is: ]
Fuck you, you asshole. [ Because none of them gets to bring up their father without making the other(s) bare their teeth. ]
He's taught me plenty. [ Declan knows that. Niall Lynch taught Ronan how to punch, and how to dream, and how to spin stories. How to smile like you don't mean it. ] But he didn't go camping with me. [ A Declan-and-Daddy special, those few trips had been. ]
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His first reaction is, what the fuck is Declan doing here?
His second reaction is: ]
Fuck you, you asshole. [ Because none of them gets to bring up their father without making the other(s) bare their teeth. ]
He's taught me plenty. [ Declan knows that. Niall Lynch taught Ronan how to punch, and how to dream, and how to spin stories. How to smile like you don't mean it. ] But he didn't go camping with me. [ A Declan-and-Daddy special, those few trips had been. ]