[ Ronan pulls him down and Adam goes easily, uncaring about the dirt or the sand or the scent of smoke even though he knows he should be. It's instinct to curl up beside Ronan, a hand going to his hip to hold him. His grip is maybe a little too firm, but he can't help it, not after today. ]
He's okay.
[ He says it with certainty, voice stronger than he feels. ] They're both okay. We'd know, I think. [ They're not magic, not anymore. But there are strings that pull each of them towards the other and Adam has to have faith in that. ] They'll find us.
[ He presses his lips to Ronan's shoulder, above his dirty t-shirt. ]
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He's okay.
[ He says it with certainty, voice stronger than he feels. ] They're both okay. We'd know, I think. [ They're not magic, not anymore. But there are strings that pull each of them towards the other and Adam has to have faith in that. ] They'll find us.
[ He presses his lips to Ronan's shoulder, above his dirty t-shirt. ]
They won't leave us.