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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]