[ they're both quick to reassure him, and there's an shade of self-consciousness in andyr, thinking he'd accidentally seemed more scared of that prospect - things not allowed - than he'd like to let on. true, in many ways, but not with them. he'd have never gotten this far if he'd been worried about that with them, and he wants to make sure they know that. ]
I know. I trust you both.
[ but that hasn't always mattered in the past. accidents, back on the moira. steve showing up unexpectedly or slipping. trying to grab him when he'd been about to lose it on someone over a word spoken or a suggestion that struck too close to home, and there'd either be him gasping for air or bleeding a moment later.
but ronan has seen one of those instances - he'd seen andyr ready to kill kavinsky over a half choked out joke, and he still remembers looking to him and seeing him in shock, ready to bolt. if nothing else, that means he understands the weight of it, and the fact they have a bull in a china shop if something flicks that switch in his head again. and still, ronan wants him around them, wants him to be able to put his hands on adam, the most treasured thing he has. if he's allowing that, inviting it, even, andyr has to believe he's considered it and decided it's manageable. thus, he should shut up and work on being worthy of that faith. ]
I trust you. [ repeated in a mutter, as he leans in again to press his forehead to ronan's, the hand at adam's cheek stroking down the back of his neck, thumb massaging at his spine. he'll give them all that he can, in whatever way that he can. ]
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I know. I trust you both.
[ but that hasn't always mattered in the past. accidents, back on the moira. steve showing up unexpectedly or slipping. trying to grab him when he'd been about to lose it on someone over a word spoken or a suggestion that struck too close to home, and there'd either be him gasping for air or bleeding a moment later.
but ronan has seen one of those instances - he'd seen andyr ready to kill kavinsky over a half choked out joke, and he still remembers looking to him and seeing him in shock, ready to bolt. if nothing else, that means he understands the weight of it, and the fact they have a bull in a china shop if something flicks that switch in his head again. and still, ronan wants him around them, wants him to be able to put his hands on adam, the most treasured thing he has. if he's allowing that, inviting it, even, andyr has to believe he's considered it and decided it's manageable. thus, he should shut up and work on being worthy of that faith. ]
I trust you. [ repeated in a mutter, as he leans in again to press his forehead to ronan's, the hand at adam's cheek stroking down the back of his neck, thumb massaging at his spine. he'll give them all that he can, in whatever way that he can. ]