[Ronan leans down to rub his fingers over Aspen's head before tugging his own shirt off, taking the cue from Adam to shuck out of his jeans as well. There's a moment of readjustment, in which he thinks that it's a little awkward, but of course, they've slept together like this before, haven't they? In this same bed, with these same sheets. Ronan tries not to think about his newfound memories of Adam's tanned skin, though it is a pleasant distraction from whatever is going on right now in reality, and instead shifts to tug up the blankets and slide down under them, using his toes to pull off his socks in the process.
He's facing away from Adam, watching over Chainsaw and Aspen in the room with them, but after a moment or two, Ronan takes a deep breath and turns to his other side, resting his head on his arm and looking over Adam's face quietly, noting the scratches and raw marks where he'd injured himself back home.
Ronan doesn't plan on sleeping here- he's not sure if he ever plans on sleeping again- but laying in bed with Adam has some strange level of comfort to it that he can't quite parse. It's why the world was just slightly better when Adam crawled into the passenger seat to sleep, except this is closer, more intimate, and Ronan is too caught up in the activities of the day and the sudden rush of memories of this place to completely shut down in the wake of losing his mother.
His eyes lower for a moment, before slowly and wordlessly, Ronan lifts his hand up to touch Adam's face, gently sliding his thumb across one of the raised welts, careful not to put too much pressure on it. He should probably let Adam sleep, he knows, but first he wants to look at him and see how much he's been changed by the last twenty-four hours of their lives.]
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He's facing away from Adam, watching over Chainsaw and Aspen in the room with them, but after a moment or two, Ronan takes a deep breath and turns to his other side, resting his head on his arm and looking over Adam's face quietly, noting the scratches and raw marks where he'd injured himself back home.
Ronan doesn't plan on sleeping here- he's not sure if he ever plans on sleeping again- but laying in bed with Adam has some strange level of comfort to it that he can't quite parse. It's why the world was just slightly better when Adam crawled into the passenger seat to sleep, except this is closer, more intimate, and Ronan is too caught up in the activities of the day and the sudden rush of memories of this place to completely shut down in the wake of losing his mother.
His eyes lower for a moment, before slowly and wordlessly, Ronan lifts his hand up to touch Adam's face, gently sliding his thumb across one of the raised welts, careful not to put too much pressure on it. He should probably let Adam sleep, he knows, but first he wants to look at him and see how much he's been changed by the last twenty-four hours of their lives.]