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Ronan exhaled, put the model car down on the bed beside him, and leaned in to kiss Adam.
"Ronan, I—" Adam cut himself off with a razor sharp breath.
Icey eyes flickered from Adam's mouth, to Adam's eyes, to both sets of feet on the faded carpet of a childhood bedroom. Ronan aimed quiet words directly at Adam's battered sneakers. "Sorry. I just—"
"No, I'm—it's not that I don't want to…"
"Really?" Ronan asked. But the question sounded without hope for Adam's statement being the truth.
"Yes, really," Adam assured, "I wouldn't lie to you, Ronan. Amen dico absque dolo."
Then it was blue on green as eyes met.
"It's just that I'm… different."
Ronan scoffed gently. "Yeah, like I don't already know that, Parrish,"
"No, I—" Adam took another, deeper breath. "Ronan, I'm trans."
Ronan nodded, slowly. "Okay."
Adam couldn't breathe. "So, I thought you should know, if you were trying to kiss me because you like guys… I mean, that is what's going on here, right?" He could now feel himself starting to sweat.
Ronan rolled his eyes. "Yes, Parrish. I like guys." Adam concentrated on smoothing his hands over the bare skin showing through holes where the knees of his jeans used to be, unable to keep looking at Ronan. "...Therefore, I like you, Adam. Actually thought I just made that pretty obvious, genius."
And when Adam looked up from his hands and his knees, Ronan was doing that thing with his face where he managed to smile without smiling.
"Volo te," Ronan said.
Then, Ronan kissed him.