#Chapter101
His birdie was quieter after that. He led them upstairs and filled the bathroom sink with warm water, and cleaned up the mucky-muck without much to say.
/"Burrrdieee?/" Ronan whispered, taking hold of the big guy's cheeks, forcing their foreheads together. /"Birdie?/"
/"Yes, Ro?/"
/"Angie is just grumpy. I liked the yummy drink and ice cream, but I not feeling sick enough to do sicky on Angie's feeties just yet. Can we put pwanans in his socks instead?/"
Pausing, the washcloth in his hand stilling against where it'd been rubbing against Ronan's fingers, his birdie cocked a smile. /"Say piranhas again, babes?/"
/"Pwanans./"
/"Gosh, you're adorable. I know Angel is just being grumpy. I'm just being grumpy with him back and we're just bitchin' with each other, but don't you worry, mi amore, we're all good./"
/"Not really cross?/"
