He shifted his weight, blue eyes boring into her until they finally drifted away. They were always going to argue. That had been their thing from day one. If their mothers had decided they needed each other they chose the wrong kind of people. They were both stubborn and opposite in very bad ways for agreeing on things. But, oddly, it worked in the end. Where they butted heads was where they needed the other most at, but that wasn't something Ron was going to think of and even say outloud.
There was a shrug. "So?" He quipped, quirking a brow, "that doesn't man I want you getting hurt any." Because, frankly, he wouldn't know what he would do if she did. He knew himself. In most situations he was fine in a fight, but there were times when his friends got hurt that he acted instinctively. All that Athena always has a plan business went out the window and all he saw was blind rage. That wasn't exactly a good thing. And he knew what it meant for him, too, and he wasn't going to let her fall on that side.
Feeling his ears heat up as she turned to him at his words, Ron's feet shuffled him backwards a foot or so. Hands hanging uselessly at his side as he avoided all eye contact. He didn't look up even as she began speaking. He knew it , all of it. They needed each other. He knew her at least half as well as she knew him. At least half because, well, it wasn't like he was all that good with people. It didn't change the fact that he knew she was brilliant and thereby would definitely know more about him.
Still, he managed to crack again and speak. "Yeah, well, then I'm doing what I need to," he said wolfishly, glancing up. Because if he was going to make her hate him it was going to be for a good reason. Make her-- that didn't mean by accident or some such, as he feared, but truly meant to. Right now he was far from that. He just wanted her to realize she wasn't leaving regardless.
When she speaks again his throat returns to the cottony feeling but for a different reason all together. He nods. Once, twice, then three times.
"S-suppose, yeah," he said with a swallow, face scrunched up, "well-- I mean-- there's something but I suppose it's not important..."
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There was a shrug. "So?" He quipped, quirking a brow, "that doesn't man I want you getting hurt any." Because, frankly, he wouldn't know what he would do if she did. He knew himself. In most situations he was fine in a fight, but there were times when his friends got hurt that he acted instinctively. All that Athena always has a plan business went out the window and all he saw was blind rage. That wasn't exactly a good thing. And he knew what it meant for him, too, and he wasn't going to let her fall on that side.
Feeling his ears heat up as she turned to him at his words, Ron's feet shuffled him backwards a foot or so. Hands hanging uselessly at his side as he avoided all eye contact. He didn't look up even as she began speaking. He knew it , all of it. They needed each other. He knew her at least half as well as she knew him. At least half because, well, it wasn't like he was all that good with people. It didn't change the fact that he knew she was brilliant and thereby would definitely know more about him.
Still, he managed to crack again and speak. "Yeah, well, then I'm doing what I need to," he said wolfishly, glancing up. Because if he was going to make her hate him it was going to be for a good reason. Make her-- that didn't mean by accident or some such, as he feared, but truly meant to. Right now he was far from that. He just wanted her to realize she wasn't leaving regardless.
When she speaks again his throat returns to the cottony feeling but for a different reason all together. He nods. Once, twice, then three times.
"S-suppose, yeah," he said with a swallow, face scrunched up, "well-- I mean-- there's something but I suppose it's not important..."