I'm fine with that. [ in truth, he's glad for that, because he's pretty sure Adam doesn't want his hands anywhere near his person, and andyr's so aggressively against being intimate with someone who doesn't want it. The reason for including Adam in if had been for Ronan. Ronan, who he can practically feel wanting to shake apart between them.

He still doesn't understand it, why Adam's doing this, and why he can't see how much it's hurting them both, but andyr's arms shift to wrap around Ronan's middle, tugging his back to his chest, and pressing his forehead to Ronan's temple. ] No one's going anywhere, he's not leaving you. Trust it's about him loving you, okay?

[ please. Please don't do this just because you feel you're being let loose. The thought of it boils andyr's blood, shaking his head, as his lips press in a tight line. God, he hates this, and he hates that something like being with Ronan has been poisoned like this. ] I swear to freaking God, if either of your are doing this when you don't want to, if you're using me for it--

[ andyr's throat tightens up on the honesty of it, and the word 'rape' echoes in his head, and the ache of thinking he might be unwittingly putting ronan or even Adam through the same thing, and he feels too sick to say anything else, his forehead falling to the back of Ronan's shoulder. ] Just don't.