Adam bites his lip, sucks in a breath. It makes sense, is the problem. The only one who could land a hit on a Lynch brother is another Lynch brother and now there are two here, after a fashion. "That rift," he says, frowning and also trying to find some other words to say.
"What'd Noah. Jesus, is Noah okay?" Adam asks. He isn't here with Ronan and that gives him space to worry. Carefully he traces the skin around the bruise but doesn't touch the discoloration itself.
"Go on the couch. I'll get you an ice pack." He hopes they have ice.
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Date: 2016-10-02 06:27 am (UTC)"What'd Noah. Jesus, is Noah okay?" Adam asks. He isn't here with Ronan and that gives him space to worry. Carefully he traces the skin around the bruise but doesn't touch the discoloration itself.
"Go on the couch. I'll get you an ice pack." He hopes they have ice.