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[Ronan isn't under any illusions about either of them. In fact, he thinks he might see a truth that neither of them are capable of seeing in themselves. He kisses Andyr tenderly in return, sweeping a hand through his hair. He has seen Andyr's temper, and even if it was only a glimpse, he understands what danger could be lurking there. It simply doesn't worry him.]

Adam's right. You're in control here.

[Adam is also right in thinking that Ronan would never let Andyr touch him if there was a risk involved in it. But in all the nights they spent together, Andyr was never anything but gentle and caring with Ronan.

Subtly, he massages a reassuring circle over Adam's back. If Adam could love someone as violent as him, then he can surely love Andyr. But he hopes Adam understands that he's safe, too.]

[ they're both quick to reassure him, and there's an shade of self-consciousness in andyr, thinking he'd accidentally seemed more scared of that prospect - things not allowed - than he'd like to let on. true, in many ways, but not with them. he'd have never gotten this far if he'd been worried about that with them, and he wants to make sure they know that. ]

I know. I trust you both.

[ but that hasn't always mattered in the past. accidents, back on the moira. steve showing up unexpectedly or slipping. trying to grab him when he'd been about to lose it on someone over a word spoken or a suggestion that struck too close to home, and there'd either be him gasping for air or bleeding a moment later.

but ronan has seen one of those instances - he'd seen andyr ready to kill kavinsky over a half choked out joke, and he still remembers looking to him and seeing him in shock, ready to bolt. if nothing else, that means he understands the weight of it, and the fact they have a bull in a china shop if something flicks that switch in his head again. and still, ronan wants him around them, wants him to be able to put his hands on adam, the most treasured thing he has. if he's allowing that, inviting it, even, andyr has to believe he's considered it and decided it's manageable. thus, he should shut up and work on being worthy of that faith. ]

I trust you. [ repeated in a mutter, as he leans in again to press his forehead to ronan's, the hand at adam's cheek stroking down the back of his neck, thumb massaging at his spine. he'll give them all that he can, in whatever way that he can. ]

[ Adam can't help the logical part of his brain that does doubleback and worry over this a bit, not knowing the details of things left a lot to his imagination of dangers that could come up. But he leans on his trust in Ronan as much as he can and it's enough to keep him from thinking it's anything all that serious. And he knows that Andyr has Ronan's best interests in mind and Ronan has Adam's.

That's enough. If he trusts Ronan, he trusts Andyr.

The subtlties of the affections from both of them starts to get a bit overwhelming for him. He's used to it from one source and even then sometimes he's not sure what to do with all the affection that Ronan has for him even though he craves it. He feels inadequate to give it all back.

Instead of worrying over it, he breaks the seriousness of the exchange. ]

You still stink, Andyr.

[Ronan had been just about ready to kiss Andyr again when Adam makes that remark, and he laughs instead, drawing back. This seems like it might be leading somewhere, so Ronan drops his hands away from the both of them to give them some space.]

Adam's right. It's not miracle water. You can't just sit in it and marinate.

[He floats lazily to the other side of the pool, toward the collection of oils and soaps in bottles that look like they originated somewhere in a storybook version of Arabia. He forgets what each of them was meant to be, so he sniffs a few of them in turn.]

We have lavender... lemon... myrrh... bubblegum...

[ adam's teasing pulls an abrupt laugh from him, and as ronan pulls away, andyr turns to bonk his forehead light to adam's, face scrunched up in mock-offense. ]

Never satisfied, huh?

[ sinking back, he dunks himself underwater again, hands scrubbing at his hair, and pushing it back out of his face when he rising back up. he still had boxers on under his jeans, and those he plans on keeping on unless adam wants them off, but for the sake of having an actual bath, he's tugging at the closer on his pants, and squirming his way out of the wet denim, clinging to his hips and legs. ]

You're the ones that'll have to smell me, so it's your pick. All I'm vetoing is bubblegum.

[ because smelling like food seems weird to him. let's not. also, ronan's getting a stream of bath water spat at his back. because andyr is a child. ]

I was really rooting for the bubblegum, though. [ No, he wasn't.

Adam settles to leaning comfortably against the side of the bath, relaxing in the little bit of personal space he'd gained back. As good as this all is it's a lot to take in too. ]

Maybe lavender and then we can put you down for a nap.

[Without glancing back, Ronan holds up a middle finger in response to the water being spat on him. Not that he minds it, really.]

I should give you bubblegum just for that.

[He selects a bottle and turns toward the pair, sidlng up to Andyr.]

But Adam's wish is my command.

[He pours some of the soap into his palm and begins to spread it across Andyr's shoulder in a luxurious massage, rubbing slow circles over his skin. God, but he is so lucky. To be able to touch Andyr's body like this again... He is so greedy, to have secretly longed for this. Is it really okay?]

[ it's completely okay, as far as andyr's concerned right now, though his concern is limited to the scent of the soap, the warmth of the water, and the feel of ronan's hands spread across his body, slow and lingering, absolutely indulgent. andyr's eyes slip closed, in no hurry to help ronan along, as he lets out a soft hum of approval. ]

What am I, your adopted kid now?

[ putting him down for a nap and all. please, he's older than both of you. not that you'd guess from antics alone. andyr's hands slip forward, resting on ronan's hips, with thumbs tracing the line of his hipbone, looping around to the small of his back to massage at muscle there languidly. this - this is what perfection feels like. ]

You guys keep pampering me like this, though, and I might. [ pass right the fuck out, that is. because this feels wonderful. ]

[ Adam sticks to where he is, half watching them and half fingering the necklace he's still wearing and never has any intention of ever taking off. His mind refuses to focus on any subject to long even this, which feels like it can be good also feels a bit raw and sensitive. He doesn't know how to extricate himself further without raising alarm bells that honestly aren't needed.

He just needs time to breathe. A lot had happened, he still felt guilty that his temper had been lost earlier and his hand is still aching from the aftermath of that. He definitely deserves it.

He stays quiet at that point, sinking further into the water though his clothes are heavy and uncomfortable but he doesn't want to take them off. He's not quite there with Andyr yet. ]

[Ronan sneaks a furtive glance over to Adam, trying to let his gaze slip by unnoticed while he gauges Adam's feeling about all this. He's trying not to doubt, he really is. He's just so afraid of the damage he might do. He doesn't know what it means, Adam withdrawing from them. What strength is he seeking out from Cabeswater?

Before he can be caught, Ronan's dipping his head to press his mouth to Andyr's shoulder. For now, he'll have to operate under the assumption that Adam is content to watch them together. He spreads slow kisses over the crook of Andyr's neck while his soapy hands make their way further down Andyr's body, washing his thick arms and running over the rippling muscles of his chest.]

I should've put a bed in here.

[Will any of them want to leave this room anytime soon?]

[ andyr can't help the glance over ronan's shoulder to check on adam as well, seeing him slip away, but he understands it's likely a little much for him. adam's not so full throttle of a person as ronan is, or andyr, and likely needs to ease into something like this. it reminds him of alva, a bit. but he doesn't seem to be any kind of upset, just wanting some measure of space, so he lets it go, focusing on ronan's lips across his shoulders instead.

unable to just stay still, andyr's hands slip up ronan's back, feeling tight muscle under inked skin, and he dips forward, to kiss along ronan's neck - the elegant arch of it as he bows to andyr's shoulder. teeth tug lightly at ronan's ear lobe, nothing terribly lewd, just affectionate. ]

What, you mean you don't love tent living? [ andyr teases, nose bumping at ronan's cheek. ]

[ Adam does watch them still, even as he's messing with his necklace. He pulls himself out of the bath after a few moments, reaching for one of the robes and he's quick to pull off his shirt and wrap the robe around himself before he's shedding the heavy wet jeans and settling on the tiles, though there's not a super comfortable position for him to be in. ]

There could still be a bed.

[ Actually between his body being a bit sore he wanted curl up in a soft bed exhausted mentally as much as he finds himself exhausted physically after everything that's happened over the last few hours. A bed would be much nicer than a tent. ]

[Ronan scoffs at the question, leaving it unanswered because Andyr can guess his feelings about tent living. And living like a pauper in general. He's not as fancy as certain other Aglionby boys, but he's lived his entire life with access to running water, at least.

As much as he's enjoying Andyr's affection, it's bothering him that Adam's retreating further. Ronan deftly passes the soap to Andyr, drawing away from him.]

I think that's my cue to go to work. You can handle the rest.

[It's warm and comfortable in the bath, and he's half-tempted to stay, but water and paralysis are typically a fatal mix. Hauling himself out of the bath, he doesn't bother to discard his wet clothes before curling up on the floor. The surface is hard and cold, but sleep will come easy. He's exhausted in every possible way.]

Don't have too much fun without me.

[He'll be amazed if they have any fun at all. Resting his cheek on his arm, Ronan shuts his eyes.]

[ hearing the shifting of water, and the sound of a body moving out of the bath, andyr lifts his eyes, seeing adam retreating, and knows before ronan starts to move, that this is winding down. he's fine with that fact - it's been an intense day, the both of them ought to rest and recover from it. ]

Sweet dreams.

[ Andyr squeezes a shoulder and lets him go, sinking back into the water to wash off the soap that's spread over him, skimming around to look for shampoo as well. he'll be fine minding himself as he finishes washing up, eventually climbing out to take note from adam and grab for a robe, stripping off what's left of his clothes underneath and laying them out to dry.

in retrospect, hopping in fully clothed wasn't the best idea. maybe ronan can dream him something clean. ]

[ Adam looks at Ronan where he passes out on the tiles. He shifts closer to him, and by the time he does he's probably already fallen asleep but he slips his hand into his, lacing their fingers together. He's still feeling a little hurt by assumptions that had been made earlier, that he's not sure he'd been able to clear the air about but there's just so much going on. His hurt feelings are hardly the most important thing. ]

I'm not faking it. [ Adam says softly to Andyr. Just because he's pulling away didn't mean that he didn't mean everything he's said and done. ]

[ andyr's just settled down, slouched in his side a respectable distance away, and contemplating a nap himself, when Adam speaks up. Eyes lift to up, brows raised, and it suddenly occurs to him that it's just the two of them now, and this thing between them, and Ronan's check out. And it feels very bizarre, out of place. ]

I believe you. [ and he does. He'd seen what Adam lying looked like, and it had been good, but it isn't this. ]

[ Adam nods. That's all he needed to hear. He's not sure Ronan really believes him but he knows that Andyr wouldn't act like he did if he didn't, especially not when Ronan can't hear him. His fingers curl a little tighter on Ronan's hand, content to leave it at that and let Andyr do what he wants, whether that's nap or wait for the bed that will inevitably be there sooner than later. ]

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