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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. ]