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[ Adam doesn't resist, instantly falling into Andyr's hold, curling into him. His arms slid around him as he closed his eyes feeling tears burning his eyes again but he again tries to blink them away. As much as this won't stop the hurt that's already there he still thinks this is the way to stop opening more wounds, to stop making the ones he already has worse. It's selfish but he knows he can't keep taking more and more.

His arms are tight around Anydr, his face pressing into his chest and he exhales shakily almost laughing at the words. He's always been a mistake, his birth was a mistake. Maybe Ronan is right and the only reason Ronan cares for him is because of a deal with Cabeswater. If that hadn't happened it never would have been Adam. ]

That's not how it works. [ He mumbles but that's all the argument he has. He just wants to hold Andyr and be held by him, stay in the warmth of something that's still surprisingly whole and warm. He doesn't know how this is the part of everything that's not broken, that doesn't hurt. He feels a burning need to protect and preserve it. ]