[Ronan is so unlike either of them. His problems are the opposite sort: He is spoiled and unduly adored by almost everyone who comes into contact with him, even those he abuses. He was born into immense wealth and was never lacking in love. He always had everything he could ever want, and only recently did he lose it all.

Maybe that's why both statements sound like bullshit to him.]

It's not calculus or football, you guys. There's nothing to get "good" at.

[In the emotional sense, anyway. Ronan's still pretty sure his lovemaking could use some work. But on the topic at hand, which is the capability of love, it's so obvious to him that both of these beautiful boys know exactly what they're doing. After all, they've managed to wrangle him this far while he opposed violently, kicking and screaming at every turn.

He brushes another kiss over Andyr's skin.]

Everyone's a disaster sometimes. But you... You're like a hurricane. Your peace and quiet's hidden away in the center of you, and maybe people have to go through a lotta shit to get there and find it, but it's worth it. Because this is what's waiting there.

And you -

[He turns to Adam, pressing a kiss to his temple.]

Magician, you wouldn't be what you are if you weren't perfect at love. Stupid fights and everything else don't matter as long as you've got what's in you. Think of everything you've given up and tell me that isn't perfect love. Who the fuck else would have done what you did?

[Not one of them threw themselves down as the sacrifice. Only Adam.]

I swear, it's like you guys think life's supposed to be a rom-com. The truth is, we're in a horror story and we managed to make a miracle happen. That's pretty fucking good.