He can feel Ronan. Above him, against him, inside him. At this angle, it's hard to see Ronan so he closes his eyes, making it so that Adam's whole world is nothing but Ronan Lynch. Scent, hearing, touch. All of it is them and theirs.
"Come on," he says, voice a little ragged. "Come on Ronan."
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Date: 2016-07-14 08:32 pm (UTC)"Come on," he says, voice a little ragged. "Come on Ronan."