Ronan Lynch wants to hate you. Wants to hate every fiber of your being that could exist, because someone as nice as you shouldn't be friends with someone like him. He has already gotten used to the fact that Gansey, Adam, and Noah will stick around, clinging to him like leeches, but you still had a chance to escape him.

You remind him of everything he can no longer be, retaining an innocence he no longer has. It's infuriating as it is refreshing to know that someone can still retain that spark of life. Can still think there is something in this world worth living for.

Well, even if you do get on his nerves, that is. Ronan is also aware of the flaws, of the way you goof around without thinking about the consequences, or maybe you do and you simply don't care.

This is what he's stuck thinking about while snow crunches underneath his boots, head stuck in the clouds while he tries to warm his hands in his pockets. It was what he was stuck thinking about until it's disrupted, a snowball hitting him in the center of his face.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He growls, rubbing the cold from his nose, eyebrows furrowed. "Stop while you're ahead, alright? Before I knock those teeth out."