[Ronan hadn't actually expected Andyr to return. He'd been fairly certain Andyr left the house, and thought possibly that he'd left it forever. So his eyes go wide as he watches Andyr walk in, making obeisance to the both of them. He doesn't reach for the ice yet, too transfixed by Andyr's speech, all spoken as if on a single breath.
It's not wrong. It's probably not wrong. No one but God knows for sure. But...]
Andyr, what the fuck?
[Ronan has so many reasons to be pissed off right now, he's having trouble picking which one to focus on. Then he glances at Adam and immediately knows where to start.]
You don't fucking do this shit, man. Especially not in front of Adam. Jesus fucking Christ...
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It's not wrong. It's probably not wrong. No one but God knows for sure. But...]
Andyr, what the fuck?
[Ronan has so many reasons to be pissed off right now, he's having trouble picking which one to focus on. Then he glances at Adam and immediately knows where to start.]
You don't fucking do this shit, man. Especially not in front of Adam. Jesus fucking Christ...
[He can still taste blood in his mouth.]