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always a child

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“Can’t you just… work from home then?”

Ronan knew he sounded like a child throwing a tantrum. Like a self-centered, selfish little bitch who refused to accept that his PA had a life outside of work. And that that life was about to claim more of his time than it ever had.

Because he and Jenny were going to be parents. And Ronan, of all people, should understand how important that was.

And he would if his abandonment issues, deeply rooted in trauma, weren’t more predominant than his empathy.

“Ronan,” Leon said like a disappointed father, as if he were practicing already. Funny, when he was younger than Ronan, but he didn’t even have to say anything else; the blonde was already sighing in defeat and sinking into his chair.

“I don’t like changes,” he muttered. “And still I accepted my friends dying…”

“Not like you had a choice there…”

“—And I accepted Ian, sort of. But at least my PA was still the same.”

“I’m going to be a father, Ronan. I won’t be gone forever. Besides, I’m sure you’ll like her,” Leon said with such certainty that Ronan knew it was bullshit. He’d learned to be a great liar. It was very much required for the job, because Ronan didn’t lie, so his crew often did on his behalf.

“You know I, as a rule, don’t like people.”

“You like me,” Leon countered with a smile.

“You’re not people. You’re my PA.” And my friend, but Ronan would rather choke on poison than say that out loud.

“She’ll be your PA.”

“She’s a stranger.”

“Now, sure. But she won’t be a stranger forever. And don’t forget: you said you wanted more women on the crew. You were pissed Ian was the best one at auditions because you wanted to push for equality. Well, here you go: she was the best I interviewed. Out of everyone.”

To such logic, Ronan couldn’t do more than just growl like a kid who wasn’t getting his way.

“When does she start training?”

“Tomorrow.”

“What a wonderful day,” he deadpanned.

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