[ Adam lets out a quiet sigh at Andyr. He doesn't think there's a lie in this. Or maybe Ronan is better at pulling the wool over his eyes than he is with Andyr. That's entirely possible. Adam, loosens his grip on Andyr's hand to free it, the tab tossed side as his brushes over the strong thigh instead as he looks at him.

He doesn't need to look at Ronan to know what he'll see there. ]

What I know is that the problem isn't how we see each other but that you don't see yourself clearly with us. God, we need to stop talking about each other like we're property. [ It might have started bothering him earlier with Ronan. ]

There's not a finite amount of me or you or any of us... And we're fucking lucky we found not one but two people who make us better and it fits so why do we al lkeep fighting it...