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Room 210, Saturday Afternoon

After some time, and after what he considered a sufficient number of people charmed, Ezra left the picnic and retreated back to the dorms. He hung up the suit jacket and shirt he'd taken off earlier, then checked his phone. And, ugh. There was a message from Lock telling him he needed to come to Boston tomorrow. It didn't sound like a fun gig. Boo. Also he was feeling lazy.

And that was clearly reason enough to stand in front of his mirror picking bits of glitter off his chest, one fleck at a time. Because that would somehow make tomorrow happen more slowly.

(Or maybe he just liked looking in the mirror because he was vain. So very vain.)

[ooc: Open door, open post, should you be wandering the dorms! ETA: Heading NWS, and said NSWness is also NFB, pls and thank you!]

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"Lots of things and no, I'm not going to give you a list," he said, cutting off any further questions about that. "I just won't let it happen."

Ezra sighed theatrically, and let his hands travel down again until they were resting on Ronan's hips.

"I suppose I should just be grateful that such a special person agreed to shower with me."

"You should," Ronan told him, glancing down and then back up. "I don't do this for anyone."

And probably wouldn't do it again for a long while.

"I'm surprised you haven't bolted yet," Ezra replied, although he wasn't sure if he actually was. Ronan wasn' easy to read so he ended up not knowing where he stood a lot of the time. "I mean, you already got something out of this."

"That your way of asking me to leave?" he wondered, swiping some more water out of his eyes. "It's not your best, I'll tell you that."

He'd leave when he was ready.

"It's my way of wondering why you haven't." He shrugged, and reached out to turn the water off. "You don't have to answer."

"When the shower ends, I'll leave," Ronan told him. "Simple as that."

Ezra looked up. No more water.

"Shower just ended, darling."

"You're being weird," Ronan remarked plainly before stepping out of the shower and looking around for a towel. "Just so you know."

Ezra gestured towards where some fluffy towels were hanging. "I turn into a fox," he pointed out lightly. "You should expect the weird."

"Weirder than usual," Ronan said, grabbing a towel and making quick work of it. He was dry enough but he took the towel out into the room.

Ezra took a moment to lean against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. Even closed his eyes for a second before pushing away from it, and grabbing a towel for himself.

He was still slow to come out into the room.

Ronan had his shorts on when Ezra appeared.

"I'm not gonna ask you this again so if you don't answer, it's on you," Ronan said, glancing back at him. "But, what's your deal right now?"

"I'm a victim of listless ennui, Ronan," Ezra replied, sounding like more of his focus was on drying his hair than what he was saying. "I have a boring thing to go back to Boston for tomorrow."

"So, don't go back," he replied, sliding his pants off. "Say fuck it and don't go back."

"That's not how it works."

That wasn't even remotely how it worked, not even with Alistair heading the operation.

"Then, go and get it over with," he said, shrugging into his shirt. "It won't last forever and then you can come back to this dinky little island and feel better or something."

"Please leave, Ronan." Yeah, he was just going to go for that, now. "You're not helping."

"For fuck's sake," Ronan said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "Whatever."

He'd tried. Tried his best which wasn't great but still. He left without another word.

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