[ it's something of a shock to hear adam speak to him with that kind of anger, and andyr's quiet for a long moment after, looking down at his hands and rolling it over in his head. it says something about how final this is, how far it is past anything andyr can help with. ]

I don't get you two. Either of you. [ truly, he doesn't. he doesn't understand the limitations on love, the error in affection, coming from a place where it was sometimes so necessary just to keep yourself sane, to just feel human in a place that tried to drill it into your head that you weren't. that's no wrong doing of their's, just the fact andyr can't compute it. a pain in his chest that's morphing into frustration, because that's what andyr does with pain. ]

You have something most people can't even dream of. [ not in the reality andyr knows, not in what's still 'the world' to him. ] Whether anyone wants to admit it or not, Ronan's most likely dying. And the two of you can't just trust what comes out of each others' mouths? Or just fucking be honest?