[ There's still sand in Ronan's ears, and it feels like there's some in the back of his throat, too, painful when he swallows, like jagged edges all the way to his lungs. But he's okay now, he feels okay now, with Adam in his arms there's a chance for hope.
It's hard to let go. Ronan bends down and presses Adam closer, pushes his nose under Adam's ear, cards his fingers through his sweaty, matted hair. But Adam pulls back gently and Ronan follows, his heart beating a painful thud in his chest. ]
'M fine. Just a few scratches and bruises. You?
[ Ronan narrows his eyes as he takes in Adam again. The collar of his shirt is torn, but he can't see any blood anywhere. ]
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It's hard to let go. Ronan bends down and presses Adam closer, pushes his nose under Adam's ear, cards his fingers through his sweaty, matted hair. But Adam pulls back gently and Ronan follows, his heart beating a painful thud in his chest. ]
'M fine. Just a few scratches and bruises. You?
[ Ronan narrows his eyes as he takes in Adam again. The collar of his shirt is torn, but he can't see any blood anywhere. ]
What about Gansey? Sargent? Have you seen them?