andyr'd been waiting for an argument, for having to sit here long hours and try to talk adam into believing past his insecurities, but what he gets instead is tentative lips pressed to his. the thing both ronan and adam fail to understand about andyr - he doesn't kiss or touch because he wants something, or for romantic need, though it's sometimes twined together. it's because, most of the time, he doesn't know how else to communicate a feeling beyond just handing himself bodily over. there's a lot of topics he can ramble about on end, but sentiments as pure as wanting comfort or giving affection, or a desire to protect, are too complex for him to feel he can do justice to.
so, really, it's like a sigh of relief to have adam speaking a language he can understand. andyr pressed back softly - careful, but welcoming. inviting, as his touch on adam's hand curls in, fingers lacing and giving a soft squeeze at his hand, trying to reassure. perhaps the both of them need this sort of thing, in their different ways. in that sense, all three of them do. ronan, who feels too lost at sea. adam, who can't believe in a place where he belongs. and andyr, who hardly believes he's still capable of anything this soft.
carefully, as if something will break if he moves too fast, he reaches a hand up to brush at adam's hair, all a dusty gold that reminds andyr of rich earth and sunshine, fingers carding through the strands and settling at the back of his head, cradling. ]
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andyr'd been waiting for an argument, for having to sit here long hours and try to talk adam into believing past his insecurities, but what he gets instead is tentative lips pressed to his. the thing both ronan and adam fail to understand about andyr - he doesn't kiss or touch because he wants something, or for romantic need, though it's sometimes twined together. it's because, most of the time, he doesn't know how else to communicate a feeling beyond just handing himself bodily over. there's a lot of topics he can ramble about on end, but sentiments as pure as wanting comfort or giving affection, or a desire to protect, are too complex for him to feel he can do justice to.
so, really, it's like a sigh of relief to have adam speaking a language he can understand. andyr pressed back softly - careful, but welcoming. inviting, as his touch on adam's hand curls in, fingers lacing and giving a soft squeeze at his hand, trying to reassure. perhaps the both of them need this sort of thing, in their different ways. in that sense, all three of them do. ronan, who feels too lost at sea. adam, who can't believe in a place where he belongs. and andyr, who hardly believes he's still capable of anything this soft.
carefully, as if something will break if he moves too fast, he reaches a hand up to brush at adam's hair, all a dusty gold that reminds andyr of rich earth and sunshine, fingers carding through the strands and settling at the back of his head, cradling. ]