#Chapter45
Not that he'd been getting much lately. The stubborn thing in his pants had decided it wanted to conspire with his wayward emotions and reckless thoughts. It seemed to be under the impression that it was only going to go boing for one person. And honestly, he was getting pretty damn tired of fighting it.
So yeah, the dry spell wasn't doing much for his mood, but whatever.
Angel was his next course of action. And as expected, an 'I'm on my way' was fired at him.
Ronan wasn't okay. He'd left him for only a few minutes while he made the calls, and when he returned, he was sat on the couch, his sock on his hand, cuddling into it.
/"What are you doing, babes?/"
/"I make a new friend,/" he said, lower lip quivering. /"Case no find birdie-bear. Then I'll be sad, and not have no friends, and then-- and then no one will love Wo-Wo./"
