[ he doesn't think he'd proven a point, really. just gotten a truth he was trying to find definitive words for. there'd been some part of him that hoped, if they just kept working at this, if he just got them to talk to each other, they could fix it. they could both get what they wanted, and andyr would watch them find real happiness.
in truth, he'd fucked it all up. as much as ronan won't believe andyr when he tells him he can still have this with adam, andyr can't believe ronan when he tells him he's faultless in what'd happened here.
he doesn't know enough about the religious arguments of ronan and adam's time to remind that people once thought marriage was only between a man and a woman as well. that the only real stipulation of marriage is that there be love. he's too distant from all that to try to reason for it, doesn't understand enough, can't find a place between them that he really feels right anymore. in the face of ronan's certainty, he feels like it'd be an insult to try telling him that anyway, when he believes so firmly, when andyr's so far out of that spectrum to have any real voice on it.
left feeling like he'd done nothing this entire time but tear them further apart, andyr slumps away from him, moving to one of the windows of the room, eyes roaming over the fields outside, and eventually, slumping down to sit against the wall, legs pulled up against his chest, and chin resting on his knees. he needs to just shut the hell up. he should've just shut the hell up from the beginning of all of this. ]
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in truth, he'd fucked it all up. as much as ronan won't believe andyr when he tells him he can still have this with adam, andyr can't believe ronan when he tells him he's faultless in what'd happened here.
he doesn't know enough about the religious arguments of ronan and adam's time to remind that people once thought marriage was only between a man and a woman as well. that the only real stipulation of marriage is that there be love. he's too distant from all that to try to reason for it, doesn't understand enough, can't find a place between them that he really feels right anymore. in the face of ronan's certainty, he feels like it'd be an insult to try telling him that anyway, when he believes so firmly, when andyr's so far out of that spectrum to have any real voice on it.
left feeling like he'd done nothing this entire time but tear them further apart, andyr slumps away from him, moving to one of the windows of the room, eyes roaming over the fields outside, and eventually, slumping down to sit against the wall, legs pulled up against his chest, and chin resting on his knees. he needs to just shut the hell up. he should've just shut the hell up from the beginning of all of this. ]