[ adam's a gentle, serene thing, and it aches in andyr to think he'd come from a violent life. a hand reaches up to stroke over his cheek, expression fond, but that, even more so, makes him think it's a danger to have himself so close.

the things ronan tells him, god, he's such a burning light at the center of him, and andyr just wants to wrap himself up against him and soak all of that affection and promise up. there's a smile that's painfully honest on his lips, and andyr almost lets it go. doesn't correct the assumption that it's just that it's difficult, not that it's dangerous. he leans in, kissing ronan sound, with a gratitude in the motion, and a bump of the tip of his nose to his, smile soft. ] I love who I am when I'm with you.

[ but, even more so with how incredible the two of them are, he has to make sure they understand, voice coming out quiet, but clear and coherent. ]

It's taken three different military specialists and a superhero to train me out of strangling anyone who touches me without asking.

[ it isn't just awkwardness and restlessness. it's six years of untreated ptsd, that's had constant reinforcement towards the bad end reactions. and he's had about five or six months worth of actual working on it, only a couple weeks since our last incident. ]