[ The thumb against his brow is so startlingly sweet that Adam has to pull in a breath, pause long enough to recenter himself. Then he reaches up, curls his fingers around Ronan's wrist, own thumb against his pulsepoint. ]
Hey.
[ His voice is soft, and he tugs a little so that Ronan's hand comes away. But instead of putting space between them, Adam just leans in to press his lips to the other boy's palm like a benediction. ]
You've got me.
[ He knows that they can work it out, because there's nothing that can stop them beyond each other. ]
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Hey.
[ His voice is soft, and he tugs a little so that Ronan's hand comes away. But instead of putting space between them, Adam just leans in to press his lips to the other boy's palm like a benediction. ]
You've got me.
[ He knows that they can work it out, because there's nothing that can stop them beyond each other. ]