[ andyr drops ronan's hand before they enter the secret room, though, stepping in, he has to take a moment to lift his eyes up and skim around, a bit taken in wonder. ronan must have created this place for him and adam, and he feels wrong being here, but he supposes, that's the issue they're here for entirely.

focus return to adam, sitting stoic by the water, andyr crosses to him, crouching down in front of him and watching him for a second before he speaks, quiet, though he suspects there isn't enough white noise in the room for ronan not to hear either way. ]

I know you think you're helping, but this is killing him. [ metaphorically, mostly. maybe not the best choice of words, but such are conversations with andyr, master wordsmith. ] He wants you. He's only ever wanted you. Lying to him about crap like this just gives him blanks to fill in with his self loathing.