3rd Floor Common Room | Monday Afternoon

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This whole thing was annoying. Ronan just wanted to go back to constantly feeling angry and annoyed at the world. He didn't want to throw angry, annoyed and wanting of the world into that mix. No. It wasn't happening.

(It already was happening).

There was absolutely nothing on television but that wasn't stopping Ronan from changing the channel every five seconds in a futile attempt to get his brain engaged and away from so many mental images that were dangerous to even broach.

He'd left Chainsaw and the robot baby in the room, trusting his bird to watch over that thing and not even caring if Chainsaw pecked it till it broke. He didn't want to deal with. Nope, he was just going sit on the couch, drink ice cold water (that was, unfortunately, not spiked with anything good) and take his frustrations out on the channel clicker.

God, he was sad.

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"Yet, you still seem to be all on your lonesome," Ronan pointed out, slouching down on the couch and stretching his legs out in front of him. He tucked an arm underneath his head in an attempt to get comfortable. "Pity."

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"It's still early," Ezra said, as he waltzed over to the kitchen area to steal some juice. "And besides, you're here, so while it's barely more than a technicality, I'm not all on my lonesome."

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"I'm better than anyone else you'd ever be with." Phrasing. Also, ego. But, he didn't correct himself. "Lucky you."

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Ezra snorted again.

"I don't think I'm going to buy that boast."

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"What, can't recognize the truth when it's right in front of you?" he asked, looking back at Ezra again. This time, he didn't look away quickly. Progress.

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"Not when it's not the truth," Ezra retorted easily, after a big gulp of juice. He had no problem looking at Ronan. The guy was pretty, even if he had a poor attitude.

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"But it is," Ronan told him easily, shrugging a shoulder. "Open up your eyes and accept it, Ezra."

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"I've seen no proof," Ezra shrugged. "And I doubt you're very eager to give me some."

Good phrasing. Good, good phrasing.

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"What, you wanna see proof?" he asked, twisting around on the couch and tilting his head. "That what I'm hearing?"

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Maybe it was the shirtlessness that added to the amount of shrugging he was doing, because here it went again.

"Well, I wouldn't say no, because I'm not as attached to my pride as some people."

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"What's pride got to do with it?" he wondered, rolling to his feet but staying where he was.

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"Oh, you just seem like the type to fail to admit you want things just because you're stumbling over your pride," Ezra replied easily as he was putting his glass away. "I've met that type a lot."

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"I want things," he said since it was both true and proved Ezra wrong immediately. "I want a lot of things."

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"Well, you certainly want to prove things."

And Ezra was just fine with that.

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"I don't know if I should prove anything to you," he replied, voice low. "Might break you in half. Little man."

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Ezra just looked amused at him. "Please, I'm made of stronger stuff than I look." He padded away from the kitchen. "I can take whatever you can dish out."

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And he padded closer to Ezra because now he felt challenged and he wasn't one to back down from those.

"You think so?" he asked, sounding amused himself now. "That confident in yourself, are you?"

He looked Ezra up and down, sizing him up (and checking things out and all). "Hmm. Maybe."

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Ezra smiled brightly at him. "I'm confident, and I don't need you to validate my idea of myself," he told him. "I just need to see what you can actually do."

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Ronan crossed his arms, making sure he gave nothing away on his face or in his body language.

"I got no problem with showing you," Ronan eventually came out with after doing some thinking. Okay no, he'd just been looking. His brain wasn't doing a lot of work this week beyond 'want' and 'goddammit.' "It's not gonna be in a freaking common room, though."

Who knew what had happened on these couches and floors?

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It didn't really need to be a spectator sport, either.

"Okay," Ezra replied easily. "Your room or mine? Or the hotel? I had a wonderful time there just this past weekend."

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Ronan thought about it. "Hotel, then. I'll be considerate to my roommate."

This once. Also, it meant he could leave the damn robot baby behind.

"I'll meet you there."

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Ezra nodded very seriously. Ish. He was still smirking.

"Okay," he said. "Looking forward to it."

So, that was settled.