[ It's sometime in the middle of the night, after hours and hours of tossing and turning in his bed, right on the border of dreaming but not quite there yet, when Ronan finally tosses all of his blankets off the bed, throws on a pair of fitted jeans and his typical black tanktop, and then leaves his home in silence. He walks along the beach for a while, his hands shoved into his pockets, the sound of the waves lapping at the sand acting as a soundtrack to his own thoughts.
Nights were the worst. Insomnia hadn't seemed to leave him in the afterlife and Ronan had yet to get enough sleep in the short time he'd been there to actually dream. So he stays up, he drinks, he walks on the beach, he thinks about Adam back in the "real world", about the accident and eventually about Kavinsky.
Which is, he assumes, what carries his feet all the way to the boy's house -- almost identical to his own save for a few minor details -- the white Mitsubishi from his memories parked out in front of it. Ronan stands there for a long time looking at the place, debating whether or not to just keep on walking by, turn around and head back to his own home, or trudge up the front steps and knock.
He feels like he's hit an all-time-low when Kavinsky is the one person he thinks might get him (but, somewhere, Ronan knows that he always has.) and after a heavy sigh of self-disappointment -- one that Richard Gansey III himself would have been proud of -- he climbs the few front steps and knocks at the door. ]
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[ It's sometime in the middle of the night, after hours and hours of tossing and turning in his bed, right on the border of dreaming but not quite there yet, when Ronan finally tosses all of his blankets off the bed, throws on a pair of fitted jeans and his typical black tanktop, and then leaves his home in silence. He walks along the beach for a while, his hands shoved into his pockets, the sound of the waves lapping at the sand acting as a soundtrack to his own thoughts.
Nights were the worst. Insomnia hadn't seemed to leave him in the afterlife and Ronan had yet to get enough sleep in the short time he'd been there to actually dream. So he stays up, he drinks, he walks on the beach, he thinks about Adam back in the "real world", about the accident and eventually about Kavinsky.
Which is, he assumes, what carries his feet all the way to the boy's house -- almost identical to his own save for a few minor details -- the white Mitsubishi from his memories parked out in front of it. Ronan stands there for a long time looking at the place, debating whether or not to just keep on walking by, turn around and head back to his own home, or trudge up the front steps and knock.
He feels like he's hit an all-time-low when Kavinsky is the one person he thinks might get him (but, somewhere, Ronan knows that he always has.) and after a heavy sigh of self-disappointment -- one that Richard Gansey III himself would have been proud of -- he climbs the few front steps and knocks at the door. ]