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[He catches Ronan's hand before he can step away and tugs him closer. Adam doesn't want any distance between them yet. He missed this, he missed Ronan - he hates that they fought, hates more that it lasted so long. Ronan's touch relaxes him, his nearness soothes some of the tension that Adam has been holding. And Ronan is okay, he's safe, nothing happened to him. Adam worried, of course he did.

He leans in and presses his lips to Ronan's, a gentle and chaste kiss.]

I should have come straight home.

[But responsibility always weighs heavy on Adam's shoulders, and he's not one to abandon a shift at the clinic when someone might end up needing help. Still, with Ronan here now, the depth of Adam's feelings for him are brought to the forefront of his mind, and he doesn't know why he didn't go straight home. Screw the clinic.

He hasn't let go of Ronan's hand yet. He wants a few more moments like this, pressed close together, the world around them ceasing to matter.]

You're alright.

[He tells him, dismissing the responsibility immediately. It's not either of their faults, and besides, Adam has responsibilities here, unlike Ronan who just brings useful things in sometimes.

The kiss is sweet, and he returns it in kind, carding his fingers through Adam's hair to press his fingers along the back of his neck, keep him close if he wants to stay that way. Ronan exhales slowly through his nose and leans in, pressing their foreheads together- because no matter what, he still has Adam. It begins and it ends with the two of them, that's all that matters.]

We good?

[He asks as if he doesn't already know the answer- of course they are. They both apologized and it was an event anyway, none of it was really real. Still, it's good to get a final say in the matter, if nothing else, then to make sure that everything is resolve neatly an that there's no lingering negative feelings that could hurt them later.]

[He loves these careful gestures, Ronan expressing his affection through touch and intimacy. It's something Adam never had before him, and something that he often feels like he'll never get enough of. So he's reluctant to pull away, even if he knows they should - they can't just stand around cuddling in the clinic.

Though granted they've done worse.

He closes his eyes for a moment, tangling their fingers together and squeezing.]

We're good.

[Of course they are. There was never any doubt, not really. But it helps to hear it - it helps them both for it to be said, for everything to be uncovered and open. Adam doesn't want either of them to worry over this later.]

You gonna walk me home?

Is that even a question?

[He shoots back, adding a little more levity to his tone so he can pull back and return to his normal self again- their normal selves, outside of the small bubble they've created for themselves in this room. And Ronan loves it, he adores how he can be with Adam sometimes, but there's an end for everything.

Besides, he likes joking around with Adam almost as much as being tender with him (albeit, for different reasons), and so Ronan keeps a hold on one of his hands and tugs him toward the door.]

It's the damnedest thing- Chainsaw knows when we fight now. [Ronan jabbers a little, despite his customary silence- mostly, just because he's happy to have Adam back.] She'll bring me your shit when you're not home. I've got a fucking pile of like, your pencils and your cooking spoons and your socks just sitting on my chair.

[Adam smiles at the thought of that, and at the warmth of Ronan's hand holding his.]

She's so smart.

[It does make sense that she would notice the difference in Ronan when Adam's not around, and it makes sense that she'd worry. She's sort of a part of Ronan, after all. Adam misses her, too, though he had Aspen, who was worried in his own way.

The dog isn't quite as intelligent as Chainsaw, but he does wag his tail in happiness when he sees Ronan. He's sitting with Adam's backpack by the door of the clinic, since a dog wandering around an environment that should be sterile - or at least very clean - isn't a great idea. Adam picks up his backpack with his free hand, slinging it over his shoulder, and Aspen rises to his feet to follow them, coming up next to Ronan to lick at his hand.]

I'll have to find her some treats. As an apology, you know?

You don't need to apologize.

[Ronan ruffles the fingers of his spare hand over Aspen's head when they break off, letting the dog lick at his hand before rubbing lightly under his chin. All these months later, it still feels strange to him to have this creature with them- created in Adam's mind, linked to Ronan's soul, brought to life and endlessly devoted to the both of them, though of course, Adam is its master.

Still, Aspen is sweet and Ronan sees no point in treating him any differently than he'd treat Chainsaw, and so he always just lets it go. He knows that Adam is more protected than ever with Aspen around- the dog follows him to the clinic, to the orchard, wherever he wants to go and Ronan remembers that it was created to save him- so why would real life be any different?]

I'm sure she wouldn't say no to treats, though.

[She never does. Ronan smiles at the thought.]

[Adam has never been the type of person who needs to feel safe - that would be impossible, considering how rarely he has ever felt safe - but he likes having Aspen around, both for companionship and for an extra layer of protection. He's too practical, too careful to ever be willing to adopt a pet of his own. Too afraid he might hurt them. But Aspen wasn't a choice, so it's okay to keep him, to take care of him and play with him and get attached to him.

He pushes through the clinic door and out onto the street, hand still firmly in Ronan's.]

I've got to win her over again. I'm sure she won't be happy with me for leaving.

[He loves Chainsaw too, because she's clever and impossible and lovely, because she's part of Ronan. Adam did miss her, like he missed Ronan, like he missed being able to climb in to bed next to him and kiss him in the morning and shove his feet off the couch when he puts them up.]

[Chainsaw loves Adam back- that fact could never be disputed. She's a part of Ronan after all, created from his very soul, and Ronan loves Adam with his entire heart. There's no winning over to be done, but if Adam is sure then Ronan isn't about to argue, as he never does when it benefits Chainsaw or something else he loves in some way.]

Alright. Might want to get your shit off my chair when we get home, though.

[He's not saying that it should be Adam's first priority, but it definitely should be something he decides to do eventually. But beyond that- they're still holding hands and making their way home, as they have dozens of times in the past. Ronan could close his eyes and recite the steps by heart now, and the fact that he's with Adam again makes it all the more comforting.]

I could just let her keep it. Start a collection.

[He looks at Ronan, a quick glance, and smiles.]

That wasn't the first thing I was planning on doing when we get home, anyway.

[There's a long list of things that come before that, and cleaning up Chainsaw's mess is pretty far down. He wants to win Chainsaw over again, of course, but he wants to make sure Ronan knows how much Adam dislikes being apart, even if it was his choice at the time. And he wants to nap, afterward - he's still tired, his body is still not happy with the amount of sleep he forced it to miss.

So really, cleaning up after Chainsaw is something he might get around to. Eventually.]

Yeah, you should probably crash.

[Ronan reaches out, letting go of Adam's hand to wrap two fingers in his belt loops and tug him closer, knocking their hips together. It's a gentle gesture of affection, and it's nice to mess with Adam a little again, after the fight that they'd had. Ronan has always been a physical creature, in the way he fights and the way he shoulders up to any possible disagreement- it's not a stretch of the imagination to think that his adoration would be the same.]

Preferably in bed. With me.

[He reaches out to slip his arm around Ronan's waist so they're walking close together, bumping with each step. It's not the most comfortable position, so he won't keep Ronan close long, but he can't resist doing it for a moment or two.]

I did just take a nap. I might need to use up some of this energy.

[That is not true, he could likely sleep for hours. But he'd rather spend some of those hours with Ronan.]

Let's get home and I'll show you.

As long as you're responsible about it.

[He tells him on a grin, leaning over to kiss at Adam's cheek like a conspirator, before pulling away so that the two of them can walk normally again, though he doesn't like the side effect of being further away from Adam.]

I won't make you work for it.

[And Ronan says it like it's an offer that he's conceding to Adam, or a favor he's granting him.]

You know me. Always responsible.

[He reaches out to tug gently on Ronan's hand, not quite wanting to step away from him yet, though he gives in to the necessity of needing to walk home.]

You used to get so mad when I'd flirt with you. I like this better.

[Not that Ronan wasn't justified. Adam should not have been flirting when he hadn't yet decided to pursue this - he just couldn't help himself sometimes. It's ridiculous, thinking back on it. He was very stupid. He should have realized much earlier what that meant, but Adam has always been a victim of overthinking.]

[Ronan arches a critical brow toward Adam, before letting out an over-exaggerated scoff and looking back out toward the street as he veers the two of them closer together at Adam's silent request.]

Don't be a dumbass.

[He doesn't really know what else to say to that. He remembers back before they'd gotten together, when Adam would look at him and Ronan had been waiting for Adam to say something, and it felt like he never would. The teasing, flirting, whatever, only made everything worse, when he wanted him so very much.

It's different now, though. Ronan is thankful for it.]

[He runs his thumb across the back of Ronan's hand, gentle.]

I wanted you, but I was afraid.

[It's simple and plain, the only true explanation. He wanted Ronan so badly, but was afraid of so many things. Of hurting Ronan, mostly. But he hasn't yet, and even now when they've fought they manage to come back together whole. He remembers his fears, and he still worries about some of those things now, but the knowledge that they kept him from this for so long - well.]

It seems so stupid now.

I guess I was to.

[Ronan says, misinterpreting Adam's fear- because the idea that Adam would hurt him is something so foreign that Ronan wouldn't even have considered it as a first option. It's far easier to attribute fear to Ronan's all-too-familiar struggle of self-knowledge and understanding.

He doesn't blame Adam for being afraid- not when it took him so long to overcome his own fear. It's just that it was hard, getting through Adam's fear together. But they did, and now, on the other side of it all, he's happy it turned out like this.]

[He looks over at Ronan and smiles, full of fondness and affection. He is sorry that he made Ronan wait so long - if he didn't have such a tendency to need to think things through, to overthink them, this could have happened much faster. But they got there, they're here now.]

Let's get home. I have a lot to make up for.

[It's his way of an apology, for their fight and for putting Ronan through so much just to be with him. This apology will probably involve less sorries and more blowjobs, though.]

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