[Ronan doesn't resist when Adam moves them, though physical comfort like this isn't exactly a familiar sensation. He usually pulls away from people, lashes out in anger, says cutting things, gets drunk, tries to find anything to separate him from his pain.
This isn't like that. This is Adam acknowledging that he's hurt, that he's fucked up and at the end of his line- and taking him in anyway. In a way, it forces Ronan to face his own feelings, which is difficult for him to wrest through, but it also means that he doesn't have to do this alone. The solidarity is something that he's not sure if he's felt before, and he knows that Adam must be suffering too, but the fact that they can suffer together instead of pushing away to spiral is- well, it's different. Ronan isn't sure if it's good or not, it doesn't feel good, but it also doesn't feel as violent as screaming everything out into a bottle and bloodying his fists on someone else's face.
He moves with the shifting, resting his cheek against the hollow of Adam's shoulder, his eyes lowered, almost closed but not quite. He doesn't know how he feels, beyond the anger and the grief and the shock of it, and it all carves though his chest until he just feels hollow and quiet in Adam's arms.
Ronan reaches out to wrap an arm around his waist, holding on tightly to him and trying to just focus on breathing, laying there, inhaling the soft, earthy scent of Adam's skin. He's not going to sleep- there's no way he's going to let himself. Still, that doesn't mean that he can't settle like this, warm and cracked and quiet on their shitty bed in this stupid city between worlds.]
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This isn't like that. This is Adam acknowledging that he's hurt, that he's fucked up and at the end of his line- and taking him in anyway. In a way, it forces Ronan to face his own feelings, which is difficult for him to wrest through, but it also means that he doesn't have to do this alone. The solidarity is something that he's not sure if he's felt before, and he knows that Adam must be suffering too, but the fact that they can suffer together instead of pushing away to spiral is- well, it's different. Ronan isn't sure if it's good or not, it doesn't feel good, but it also doesn't feel as violent as screaming everything out into a bottle and bloodying his fists on someone else's face.
He moves with the shifting, resting his cheek against the hollow of Adam's shoulder, his eyes lowered, almost closed but not quite. He doesn't know how he feels, beyond the anger and the grief and the shock of it, and it all carves though his chest until he just feels hollow and quiet in Adam's arms.
Ronan reaches out to wrap an arm around his waist, holding on tightly to him and trying to just focus on breathing, laying there, inhaling the soft, earthy scent of Adam's skin. He's not going to sleep- there's no way he's going to let himself. Still, that doesn't mean that he can't settle like this, warm and cracked and quiet on their shitty bed in this stupid city between worlds.]