[ they'd been over it, yes, but andyr's as hard headed about guilt as ronan tends to be, at times. the few times he actually allows himself to linger on it, and it's always something ascribed to someone very close to his heart, these boys included.

but ronan's very, very good at calming andyr's mind when it starts to spiral. one of the things he'd become so attached to him for, that steel calm of his that seems entirely immovable, like a bulwark. andyr's head bobs, in ronan's hands, nodding as he takes this in. inextricably fucking connected. no, it's not terribly romantic, not when andyr knows how he means it and the lack of choice in it, but they'd come to love each other regardless, and at the very least, it means one will never be alone with the other so nearby. ] Okay. Yeah, I get it. Okay.

[ andyr murmurs while he tells himself this must be the truth, because ronan doesn't lie. his lips part, ready to tell them yes, he does want to join, he wants to be part of that, like nothing else he wants to, but just as he's about to speak, another thought crops up. the issue they'd had back on the Hub, and the thing ronan said he'd needed for sex to be a thing in the first place. ]

So why aren't you married? [ andyr blinks, brow furrowing, as he turns to look at adam again, and back to ronan. ] We're at the center of the multiverse, there's no way you can't find a Catholic priest here.