[ andyr watches adam and his certainty in ronan's survival. as much as he's been telling ronan to refuse to die, he knows, 95% of the time, the bad end is the reality, and hope only makes the life before it a bit more bearable. better to have it be something of a surprise, so as not to live while already dead inside.
it brings to mind, again, that adam barely knows anything about where andyr'd come from, including the fact he'll most likely be dead too within five hours of being back home.
none of this he brings up now. adam's right, he deserves to stop hurting, and andyr scoots forward, pulling the smaller boy into his arms, folding adam against his chest, his chin setting on top of ruffled blond hair. ]
Shh, you're not a mistake. You were never broken trailer trash to any of us. [ andyr rocks him, bundling adam up into his arms, wrapping around him. ] If you were, then I'm broken gutter trash, and Ronan's broken farm hick punk trash.
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it brings to mind, again, that adam barely knows anything about where andyr'd come from, including the fact he'll most likely be dead too within five hours of being back home.
none of this he brings up now. adam's right, he deserves to stop hurting, and andyr scoots forward, pulling the smaller boy into his arms, folding adam against his chest, his chin setting on top of ruffled blond hair. ]
Shh, you're not a mistake. You were never broken trailer trash to any of us. [ andyr rocks him, bundling adam up into his arms, wrapping around him. ] If you were, then I'm broken gutter trash, and Ronan's broken farm hick punk trash.