Ronan wasn't exactly a sensitive person, but that didn't mean that he wasn't perceptive. Most times, when it seemed like he hadn't noticed something, it was rather that he didn't bother to show that he cared.
He could definitely tell that something was straining Airy, and, in spite of himself, he found that he didn't want to make it any worse. He nodded, picking up the pace as quickly as possible. By the time they reached the cafe doors he'd gotten enough of a handle on the crutches to swoop through the doorway like an acrobat on rings.
"Fuck yeah!" he announced, hobbling to a table and slamming himself down into the chair. He raised each crutch in the air like victory swords and grinned at Airy, with a classic Ronan-Lynch-gleam. "Thanks, dude."
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He could definitely tell that something was straining Airy, and, in spite of himself, he found that he didn't want to make it any worse. He nodded, picking up the pace as quickly as possible. By the time they reached the cafe doors he'd gotten enough of a handle on the crutches to swoop through the doorway like an acrobat on rings.
"Fuck yeah!" he announced, hobbling to a table and slamming himself down into the chair. He raised each crutch in the air like victory swords and grinned at Airy, with a classic Ronan-Lynch-gleam. "Thanks, dude."