[ andyr's been wanting to crawl into ronan's lap since the second he'd walked back into the room, and the hand that slips over his is like finally giving him permission. though he doesn't quiet clamor himself into ronan's lap, he does scoot forward, sitting with him sort of sideways, with the right side of his chest pressed to the left of ronan's, his arm looping over the front of him to tug him closer.

andyr's quiet a moment, listening to ronan speak, with his head laid on his shoulder, ear against the soft material of his shirt. honestly, he can't see how anyone couldn't love ronan, or adam, but andyr's particularly biased, when he feels the opposite about himself as well. it's funny, that way. ]

We're all so full of self-loathing, you think any of us would be in this if we were so much like each other? [ it's good that they're different. that ronan and adam are so stark in that. it means they clash a lot, yes, but andyr sees them as something beautiful in it. like the best kind of harmony and passion. they complete each other so perfectly. ]

I know. [ he sighs out, knowing the point ronan's trying to make. adam will decide for himself. ] I think Adam knows what what's going on and what he wants out of it more than any of us most days.