[ he knows he'd betrayed ronan's trust in letting that out, but it'd welled up in him, too hard to skip over and impossible to mention without outting him. how can he hold onto that secret, though, when they're supposed to all be together in this? how can he watch ronan carry on believing he'd earned damnation. andyr feels him drift off, and watches the step he takes back, and it feels like he's putting miles between them, andyr pushing up from the bed to follow him. ] God, stop it, Ronan. Come back. Please.

[ andyr reaches a hand out, touching the edge of a shoulder tentatively, like he's afraid of being shoved away, but grows bolder, pushing arms around his sides and tugging himself to ronan's chest, head tucked against it as if he's determined to stay there until someone stronger than him manages to pry him away. ]

I know we're not property. We all know that, me especially. [ as far as andyr knows, he's the only one with a literal corporate brand permanently embedded into his skeleton. ] How can I do this knowing you're hurt? How's that love?

[ andyr's chin tilts up some, looking back to adam, and freeing a hand to reach for him, wanting to pull him in against ronan. ] You're both the best things to ever happen to me, and you've got such a beautiful love between you I can't believe how lucky I am to get to be a part of it.

I don't give a shit what you did wrong, Ronan, I can almost guarantee I've done worse, but you deserve this happiness. [ andyr's pulled back, seeking out ronan's eyes with something pleading in his, redness rimming near his lids, and an ache in his voice. ] 'Cause I fucking said so, and if God has a problem with it, He can come through the damn Ingress and fight me.

It's yours because we want to give it to you, so just freaking take it.