[Ronan hates lies, and Jesse isn't even trying with this one. Ronan sits up as soon as Jesse rolls off of him. Not to leave, but to look down at him. It's still so dark that he can barely read Jesse's expression, so he's imagining the worst. Ronan drags his jeans up over his hips, half-dressing himself, and then he lays back down to rest his cheek again Jesse's shoulder.]
Jesse.
[He says it quietly, not really a question, but prompting in a way. As if what he's really saying is say what you mean.]
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Jesse.
[He says it quietly, not really a question, but prompting in a way. As if what he's really saying is say what you mean.]