The fourth time Ronan hugs Adam, neither of them know it will probably be a while till it happens again.
Ronan lies on Adam’s small bed in his new dorm room. He’d promptly thrown himself onto it, with a heavy sigh, after putting on Adam’s new bed sheets for him. Adam’s roommate would not be arriving until the next day so Adam would have the room to himself for the night. Now, Adam can feel Ronan’s eyes on his back as he places the last of his clothes in his new tiny wardrobe. He smiles to himself picturing the other boy’s expression - brows furrowed, eyes slightly narrowed, gaze intense as he studies Adam’s movements. Classic, Lynch.
He turns to look at Ronan over his shoulder and his smile widens at the thought of him being so attuned to Ronan’s expressions. He picks his way through the empty storage boxes they’d used to carry his things up scattered over the floor, and sits himself on the edge of the bed next to Ronan. Ronan’s expression softens, and Adam is once again struck by how Ronan is always able to ease the sharp and savagely handsome lines in his face into more smoother edges when he looks at him. He wonder’s what his face looks like when he looks at Ronan. He doubts his gaze is able to convey the way his heart races with some unknown force whenever he looks at Ronan (really looks at him). Or the way his mind clears and settles when he’s touching him - like the way his hip is pressed against Ronan’s right now.