[ andyr has no argument with their kiss parting for ronan to turn to adam, a natural flow in how he bows his head to press his forehead to ronan's shoulder, again, and drop the hand from the back of his head down to his back, so as not to bump into adam's. the other arm still wrapped around his torso, like a support, his palm smooths over ronan's back in long strokes, like trying to soothe and ill child. ]

Shh, you're okay. [ Andyr's murmuring quiet against his friend's shoulder, eyes closed, and he still feels like he's failing him. all he wants to do is guide him back into adam's arms and disappear, wishing adam would suddenly realize how stupid it is to put them into this, but no one's called a stop to it yet. and so, he's still desperately trying to find a way to make this work. with adam's self-sacrifice, with ronan's all or nothing view of love, and with how discarded it leaves the latter feeling now. ] No one's going anywhere, you're okay.

[ supporting him, absolutely, is the best he knows how to do right now. regardless of whatever happens here, the one thing andyr knows he can do is make sure ronan always has something to lean on, and someone to insure he's never alone. he will physically hold this boy together, if that's the most he can do, but the rest of it is up to adam to fill in. he knows ronan's terrified adam doesn't want him anymore, and all andyr can do is try to help adam convince him that it'll never be the case. ] Adam's still right here, and you're still everything to him.

[ that much, andyr does know, or adam wouldn't be putting himself through this at all. ]