"He's okay," Ronan replies, remembering the way Noah had appeared between them and stretched out his features, made himself a ghostly, decaying wall. It'd been unsettling, but appreciated. And it'd been enough to make the other Ronan fuck off, at least.
Adam's fingers are light on his skin, a stark contrast to what he'd expected, but he doesn't argue, only nodding as he ducks away to head back into the other room. The one couch is a mess of Adam's books and papers so he takes a seat on the other, relaxing back into the cushions. His insides are still a mess, still fucked up over what he'd seen and what it might mean.
And Noah... fuck. Physically-speaking, he thinks Noah's fine. He isn't so sure about the rest.
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Date: 2016-10-02 03:57 pm (UTC)Adam's fingers are light on his skin, a stark contrast to what he'd expected, but he doesn't argue, only nodding as he ducks away to head back into the other room. The one couch is a mess of Adam's books and papers so he takes a seat on the other, relaxing back into the cushions. His insides are still a mess, still fucked up over what he'd seen and what it might mean.
And Noah... fuck. Physically-speaking, he thinks Noah's fine. He isn't so sure about the rest.