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“Ronan, you’re an idiot.”
“Fuck off,” Ronan says automatically. He’s only half listening to Blue as he finishes a flash sheet at the kitchen table, putting finishing touches on the very last design; the part of his brain that answers her is just autofill. He registers the sound of her opening the fridge and rooting around. “Don’t drink my stuff.”
The fridge rattles as Blue kicks the door closed, and then she walks to the table and climbs into a chair, sliding Ronan a beer. “You’re still sleeping with Adam?” she demands, incredulous, and that gets Ronan to look up. “Ronan, you’re an idiot,” she says again, shaking her head.
“For that?” He scoffs– the idea almost makes him laugh. “For a second there I thought I did something wrong.”
Blue puts her forehead on the table in front of her, a full face plant, then pops up with her dark eyebrows drawn into a scowl. “It’s reckless, is what it is. I’m not trying to moralize, but…” she trails off, clucking her tongue. “You’re gonna get your feelings hurt.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“I already got my feelings hurt,” he points out. “I broke up with Casey and it fucked my whole life up. This,” he says, pointing his beer at her, “is the fun part.”
Blue sighs, beleaguered. “Ronan…”
“Am I not allowed to have fun?”
“You know these things never end well,” she insists. “You’re gonna ruin your friendship.”
And then Ronan does laugh, finally, an easy, joyful bark. “Me and Adam?" He doesn't even consider it. "Sargent, come on. Never.”