He’d treated Nico like he was a stupid kid for having real feelings and daring to tell Ryan about them—for daring to make logical and correct assumptions about Ryan’s. Ryan knew intimately what that felt like, how much that hurt. And Nico still wanted him. Ryan had acknowledged that under his paper-thin hockey player exterior, he was an unfortunate mix of insecurity and sarcasm, and Nico didn’t care. Ryan had hurt him and he knew Ryan was a disaster and he wanted him anyway.
