Adam watches for a second, just focuses on the patterns made from his knotted and then unknotted laces. This time, his meditation isn't focused on them as a path to retreat, to locking himself away in his own mind, but an anchor, keeping him attuned to the motions of the hands at his feet.
"Don't tie them together," he says. It's a bad joke at a bad time, but he can't help trying, if only so he can remember how to speak.
"You're not alone. I'm not Gansey. Neither are Noah and Blue. But you're not alone." He's not alone either, Adam tries to remind himself. Adam Parrish, army of one, doesn't have to go alone.
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Date: 2016-04-20 06:05 am (UTC)"Don't tie them together," he says. It's a bad joke at a bad time, but he can't help trying, if only so he can remember how to speak.
"You're not alone. I'm not Gansey. Neither are Noah and Blue. But you're not alone." He's not alone either, Adam tries to remind himself. Adam Parrish, army of one, doesn't have to go alone.
It's so much easier to tell Ronan than himself.