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The Park, Sunday, Late Afternoon

The day was cloudy, and thunderstorms threatened; but Ronan had felt the need for some fresh air, and the thunderstorms themselves would have been a welcome diversion, full of life and power. His recent encounters with Teddy weighed heavily on his mind -- certainly, he didn't want to interfere with what Chad and Teddy had going on between them, but at the same time he couldn't shake the feeling that there was at least something going on between them.

So he was walking through the park, listening to the conversations of the trees and plants around him. Without focusing, it was more of a pleasant hum; he wasn't as adept as Nita at discerning their particular form of Speech, not unless he was trying. But the background noise was a counterpoint to his own thoughts, supporting him, keeping him from feeling alone as he emo'd.

[OOC: For a particular person, but open, as parks are wont to be; feel free to interrupt him!]

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It seemed that Ronan wasn't the only one walking through the park, thinking about recent encounters with Teddy. Chad was hoping that football practise would help him get his mind off of it, but that didn't seem the case at all. He felt worse and worse the more he thought about it, too. He knew he shouldn't be bothered by it; Teddy said nothing happened and that nothing was going to happen, and he knew that should be good enough. But what he was actually feeling contradicted with that thought. If it really was nothing, then why would Teddy even bring it up? Worrying about it like this...was that saying that he didn't trust Teddy? But he did. It was just...

Grunting slightly, Chad stopped a moment to rub his forehead as if that would help keep his head from hurting. It didn't make sense. Why was this happening now, after he'd been...good about stuff? Been trying hard. Not hard enough? Maybe he had just started taking everything for granted. Or that he'd just forgotten exactly why he usually didn't allow himself to get close to people...

He looked up for a moment to decide which way to go, and that was when he spotted someone else in the area.

...And, of course it would have been Ronan, wouldn't it?

The trees whispered to each other of a man like themselves; it was strong enough for Ronan to understand clearly, and odd enough for him to look around. Which lead to him noticing Chad. Like themselves...? Oh. Tall.

He hesitated a moment, but also saw that he'd been seen. "Uh, hi," he said, loud enough for it to carry to Chad, as he walked towards him. "You're human again, I see."

Chad might have been staring a moment. Chad might also just be standing there without doing anything for a moment because that was what he did. It was really difficult to tell. Finally, though, as if remembering that he should do something, he lifted a hand to the back of his neck and rubbed it a little. "Hey. Yeah. Sorry about that."

Ronan wasn't quite sure whether Chad was just slow reacting, or if he was upset about something -- wondering if Teddy had said something. "No worries," he replied. "You guys want the dinner again, or...?"

"You don't have to," Chad said, with a small shake of his head. He reminded himself sharply that he was supposed to be thinking of way to make it up to Ronan that he'd ruined his nice present, but then...instead, he found himself asking himself about what happened after he fell asleep that night, and the hand at his side tightened up into a fist. The other kept rubbing his neck, as if repeating the action helped focus the energy into something less...brash.

"If anything," he added, "I...probably owe you now."

"No! No. It's fine, it was just a Fandom thing. I'll totally do another dinner for you guys." And not flirt outrageously with your boyfriend afterwards, Ronan added, silently. "It's not a problem at all. Maybe next weekend?

"You really don't have to," Chad insisted again. "I mean, unless you want to. But, I mean..."

Why would Ronan even want to do that again? Maybe Ronan just really liked cooking. Or maybe Ronan just really liked Teddy. And then Chad grunted in annoyance at himself. Just because Teddy liked Ronan didn't mean...Cooking. Ronan just liked cooking. It wasn't fair of Chad to be thinking like that, jumping to conclusions when Ronan was just trying to be nice....

Well, Ronan does really like cooking. He's not entirely sure how he feels about Teddy, beyond considering him a friend, but he does know that he promised Teddy a dinner with his boyfriend, and that's what he's going to deliver. "I do want to," he confirmed. "I promised you guys a dinner, I'm going to deliver."

"But you already did deliver," Chad argued, in the fashion he usually argued in, which meant it sound like he was just stating that it was day.

"Yeah, but you didn't get to have any of it."

Chad shrugged. "I had a bit. And it isn't your fault that I fell asleep."

It was totally the sand's fault for being so warm and comfy.

"... Yeah, but it's not your fault you were a tiger, and that's really the part I was thinking about when I said you missed it."

Chad thought this was about him falling asleep? Seriously?

Chad had a very...simple perspective on things sometimes. He just shrugged again.

Ronan shrugged in return. "But yeah, seriously, I'll totally do a dinner for you guys again. Just say when."

There was a pause, and Ronan considered saying something about what had happened. Or almost happened. Or something. But it wasn't his place, and if Teddy hadn't said anything...

"Maybe," Chad said. "I'll talk to Ted." And, realizing after he'd said it that it sounded, to him (although anyone else would have to have pretty good ears to pick it out of his stoic tone), a little bitter, Chad winced, because even after all that, he still felt bad about falling asleep and ruining his present with the tigerness and all.

"I mean...If you're sure you want to."

Ronan nodded. "Absolutely. It's not a problem at all, it's not like it's a hardship for me to cook or something." He grinned. "Rather a favorite passtime of mine, in fact."

See, Yasutora? It is actually something Ronan wants to do, based on the merits of him enjoying to cook. In fact, he knew for a fact that Ronan cooked for people all the time, and he knew he wasn't in any position to refuse Ronan that.

Chad ran a hand through his hair; it settled right back over his eyes, and he grunted a surrender. "Think...want any help with anything?"

Shaking his head, Ronan replied, "Nah, I've got it covered. Just let me know when you want to do the dinner, and I'll get everything ready."

"You did...fajitas the other night, right?" Chad asked, head tilting. His tiger memory was fuzzy. Mostly, all he could remember were naps, ear scritches, and tummy rubs.

Mmmm, tummy rubs.

Ronan nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Chicken and beef, both. Why? Is there somethig you'd rather?"

Chad took a moment to consider this. He knew he'd talked with Ronan about some Japanese, but he also knew that the angle here had been Mexican. Let's see...was there anything that he really, really missed from those days?

"...Empanadas," he said, after only a brief beat.

And then promptly winced as his brain caught up with his stomach and he remembered who'd made those for him last...

Ronan considered asking about the wince, but felt perhaps that it would be best not to. "I can totally do empanadas," was all he said. After I find out what they are. "Anything else?"

Oh, great. Now he couldn't take back the empanadas. Shit. At least he was secure in the fact that he knew Ronan, for all his cooking prowess, would never be able to make them as well as Nadia.

Which, in retrospect, was not a good thing, but a bitter part of his brain that rarely surfaces was reminding him that, hell, Teddy would probably be thinking about Ronan when they did this, so he might as well be thinking about her.

"Something with lots of tomatoes," he decided.

He's never had Ronan's empanadas. Mind, nor has anyone else, includig Ronan.

"Tomatoes... Okay, sure." He grinned. "So, yeah, just talk to me when you work out when with Teddy, I'm free pretty much every night but Wednesdays."

Chad nodded. "Sure."

This was...going to be...well, Chad was just going to go with interesting right now...

Interesting. That was definitely one word for it. What have I gotten myself into? Ronan thought, trying to figure out how he'd managed to work himself into a position where he'd be with Teddy while Chad was around, especially after Chad had given him so many outs.

"Great, then," Ronan said, though, smiling as best he could. "So... I'll see you around?" He paused. "Unless there's anything else?"

There were quite a few something elses, really, in the form of questions, like if anything happened that night or if Teddy wasn't being entirely honest with him or if Ronan felt anything for Chad's boyfriend, you know, the one that meant practically everything to him...

But Chad just said "No, nothing else," shaking his head slightly and lifting a hand in a sort of waveless wave before turning slightly to head down a different path of the park. "See ya around."

And it's good that Chad didn't ask, because while nothing had happened, certainly it almost had, and Ronan would have been lying if he said that he was certain he'd have stopped it, and he also couldn't tell Chad if he felt anything for Teddy, beyond finding him attractive, because he was starting to realise that he really wasn't sure about that himself.

So he just said, "Yeah, see you around," and continued down a different path.

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