[ andyr's hand squeezes back at Ronan's, thumb brushing over the back of his palm. It'll be okay, they'll make sure it'll be okay. If Adam wants to make this work, it can't be a thing that's separated, like he's off doing something shameful without Adam. He's doing it entirely for Adam, as far as andyr believes, so if Adam wants to sell this, he has to convince Ronan it isn't just for his benefit. Ronan's entirely too selfless and entirely too critical of his own person to stomach that.
When he looks to Adam again, past Ronan, his eyes say as much, at least, he means to, but no one here's telepathic. He'll help you sell this farce, but so fucking help him, you better commit to making sure it doesn't fail. ]
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When he looks to Adam again, past Ronan, his eyes say as much, at least, he means to, but no one here's telepathic. He'll help you sell this farce, but so fucking help him, you better commit to making sure it doesn't fail. ]
Your rules, Adam. What are they? Then Ronan.