[Ronan nods quietly at the question, letting Adam pull back when he wants to, but still keeping him close, close enough that his jacket is brushed up against Adam's shirt and their feet are almost touching on the ground. And he's just- he's so vivid up close like this, angular and nimble, like some kind of fucking deer, and Ronan reaches up to cup the side of Adam's neck in his hand, thumb brushing against his cheekbone, and breathes out a soft sigh of relief as some of his earlier tension bleeds out of him.
He's tender here, even if he's silent, because Ronan doesn't usually know what to say but he knows what to do, and he thinks that Adam understands his actions more than he'd understand words anyway, so he lets that speak for him instead, the gentle affection, the apology and reconciliation through touch.
He hadn't meant any of it. He knows that he said that already, but he didn't- he just wanted Adam to be safe and take care of himself, and then everything had spiraled in such an irrational way, that he doesn't really know what to do about it. But it's better now- it's over, and they've more or less said what needed to be said, done what needed to be done, and so Ronan allows Adam a modicum of space, relieved more than he can really convey.]
Thanks.
[It's murmured quietly as more of an afterthought, once he realizes that he's just standing there like a dumbass when Adam had asked him a question. Ronan nods afterward, letting his hand slide down Adam's arm in parting as he steps back.]
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He's tender here, even if he's silent, because Ronan doesn't usually know what to say but he knows what to do, and he thinks that Adam understands his actions more than he'd understand words anyway, so he lets that speak for him instead, the gentle affection, the apology and reconciliation through touch.
He hadn't meant any of it. He knows that he said that already, but he didn't- he just wanted Adam to be safe and take care of himself, and then everything had spiraled in such an irrational way, that he doesn't really know what to do about it. But it's better now- it's over, and they've more or less said what needed to be said, done what needed to be done, and so Ronan allows Adam a modicum of space, relieved more than he can really convey.]
Thanks.
[It's murmured quietly as more of an afterthought, once he realizes that he's just standing there like a dumbass when Adam had asked him a question. Ronan nods afterward, letting his hand slide down Adam's arm in parting as he steps back.]