The long hair makes Declan do a double take. Not Niall; still Ronan. "Jesus," he mutters as he shakes off that feeling. He can't decide if it hurts to see Ronan looking so much like him or if that's how it should be. Declan's been trying to protect him from Niall's legacy for years.
He decides then that he needs to sit, so he slides onto one of the stools at the island. Declan pushes his fingers through his own hair, undoing some of the careful styling. The questions he wants to ask feel too small. He can't ask Ronan if he's okay. Declan feels so utterly out of his depth but he's never been willing to let that on in front of his brothers. Even now.
"Okay." He's said it enough now that he's not sure who he is trying to convince more, himself or Ronan. He lifts his gaze, just looking at Ronan. More Niall Lynch's son than Declan will ever be. A hairline crack in the facade.
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The long hair makes Declan do a double take. Not Niall; still Ronan. "Jesus," he mutters as he shakes off that feeling. He can't decide if it hurts to see Ronan looking so much like him or if that's how it should be. Declan's been trying to protect him from Niall's legacy for years.
He decides then that he needs to sit, so he slides onto one of the stools at the island. Declan pushes his fingers through his own hair, undoing some of the careful styling. The questions he wants to ask feel too small. He can't ask Ronan if he's okay. Declan feels so utterly out of his depth but he's never been willing to let that on in front of his brothers. Even now.
"Okay." He's said it enough now that he's not sure who he is trying to convince more, himself or Ronan. He lifts his gaze, just looking at Ronan. More Niall Lynch's son than Declan will ever be. A hairline crack in the facade.
"I don't know where to start, Ronan."