[He's not going to stay outside when it's like this. Ronan sniffles and trods into the house after Adam, closing the door carefully behind him, careful to uncharacteristically lock and bolt it shut.
Once inside he turns toward Adam, glancing toward the window he had not yet finished boarding up. They could probably get in through there and he doesn't like the thought of it. He'll have to finish after this, he thinks. Maybe Adam can help- no, no Adam needs to stay inside. It's the only way that Ronan can ensure that everything goes alright.]
Look, there's just- fuck.
[A thought strikes him as he looks up toward Adam suddenly, his brows furrowed.]
Take off your shirt. [It makes sense, he thinks, perfect sense. You never know what someone could do to you. What someone could have on their person.]
Pants too. And- and your shoes and socks. Put them in the other room.
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[He's not going to stay outside when it's like this. Ronan sniffles and trods into the house after Adam, closing the door carefully behind him, careful to uncharacteristically lock and bolt it shut.
Once inside he turns toward Adam, glancing toward the window he had not yet finished boarding up. They could probably get in through there and he doesn't like the thought of it. He'll have to finish after this, he thinks. Maybe Adam can help- no, no Adam needs to stay inside. It's the only way that Ronan can ensure that everything goes alright.]
Look, there's just- fuck.
[A thought strikes him as he looks up toward Adam suddenly, his brows furrowed.]
Take off your shirt. [It makes sense, he thinks, perfect sense. You never know what someone could do to you. What someone could have on their person.]
Pants too. And- and your shoes and socks. Put them in the other room.