[ he doesn't move, doesn't say anything, just sits there and wallows in it. If this were anyone else, anyone but Ronan, who andyr believes in so fiercely and sees so much potential in, he would be leaving. As it stands, there's few times andyr has the chance to be so involved in the disasters that tear apart people he loves, so for this one, he isn't going anywhere. What he is doing, though, after watching Ronan just sit there stubbornly devoted to his own view of them, is crouch down in the water, leveling their eyes, and speaking to him in what's almost a whisper. ] So fucking help me, Ronan Lynch, if you do not get up off your sorry ass and go apologize to that boy, I will move you myself.

[ probably not the best approach, but ronan's passed up every other option up to this point, and andyr and Adam both love him too much to let him ruin himself. ] If you're going to sit here making my decisions for me like I'm some kind of doll to torture yourself with, I have the right to make them for you too.

[ softening a moment, andyr's hands come up to touch Ronan's cheeks, bringing his lips up to press a kiss against his forehead. ] This is the faith that he needs. You won't believe him when he tells you the truth, so he told you a lie. Adam isn't one of your creations, Ronan, he's a human being and you're treating him like a delicate, naive toddler. That's not love. It's ownership.