[ He has to force his hands to loosen their deathlike grip on Ronan's biceps, but they turn gentle when they probe his jaw, brush across his cheek and down to the spilled ink against his throat. Ronan hugs him then, and the sound it pulls from Adam is wrecked even as he pushes into it, one arm curling around his boyfriend's waist, the other cupping his neck. It doesn't quite settle the feeling inside of his skin but it evens out the fear. He's not alone.
And there's never been a problem the two of them can't solve. ]
Are you okay?
[ His voice is muffled against Ronan's shoulder. He smells like smoke too, and Adam's palm presses to his spine delicately, even though he wishes he could crawl under the other boy's skin right now. ]
Are you hurt? [ He pulls away, sandy brows a knot of concern, eyes restless. ] There were so many people, and some of them -- you're all right?
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And there's never been a problem the two of them can't solve. ]
Are you okay?
[ His voice is muffled against Ronan's shoulder. He smells like smoke too, and Adam's palm presses to his spine delicately, even though he wishes he could crawl under the other boy's skin right now. ]
Are you hurt? [ He pulls away, sandy brows a knot of concern, eyes restless. ] There were so many people, and some of them -- you're all right?