[ adam's shaking his head, but it still doesn't tell andyr anything. as the smaller boy leads him through the halls, andyr's eyes dart back to ronan, worry there, uncertainty. why's he so quiet? can he not even tell him himself? but he's tugged all the way onto ronan's comfortable bed, and tugged down to sit on the puffy blankets, a TAB held out in front of him.

aaaaand, that's porn. like, really explicit porn. really hot explicit porn.

uh.

andyr's lips part, about to question it, but his eyes don't leave the video, a familiar heat crawling up in him, twisting tight, his hand squeezing a bit more in adam's than he means to. it's impossible to watch this without getting turned on, especially with the two boys that star in most any wet dreams he has now right here next to him. ]

Is this... what you wanna do? [ guessing? is that why adam's showing him? another glance is shot up to ronan, like he's still waiting for some kind of confirmation, something to tell him this is okay. adam's body isn't his, and neither is ronan's. not in this kind of way. they'd established that, hadn't they? and only a couple nights ago, andyr'd been in ronan's bed, hearing the honest truth about how he feels this has ended. turning back to adam, andyr squeezes his hand, dipping forward to kiss at a cheek. ] I want to, Adam, I swear, I do, but... That's yours. The two of you. I can't take that.

I wanted you two to be closer, not further apart.