[He looks to Adam when he speaks, quiet, trying to make sense of it. He doesn't know what this other boy could be if not a dream, but he wants to believe that he wouldn't do something so stupid and irresponsible, even if all signs seem to point toward it.
Ronan's gaze shifts over toward the second Adam when he tries to take over, his brows drawing together for a moment, before he reaches for Adam's hand, clutching his fingers tightly around the other boy's.]
I trust him.
[Adam could be lying, sure, but he knows how much Ronan hates lies. Ronan is aware of Adam's tendency toward brutal logic, and he's willing to admit that putting unwavering trust in him could result in being lied to- but more than anything, Ronan believes that Adam's ends are his ends and Adam's justification of the means is also his. He trusts in Adam to find the best solution in a way that's a hundred times more nuanced and thoughtful than Ronan's own violent means.
He doesn't want to think that Adam is lying, but even if he is, then Ronan trusts that it's for good enough reason- and so, trusts him regardless.]
Let me trust you, [he finally decides to say, the words thick on his tongue as he steps forward, shoulder to shoulder with Adam, never taking his eyes off of the double.] And don't fucking lie to me. What are you?
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Ronan's gaze shifts over toward the second Adam when he tries to take over, his brows drawing together for a moment, before he reaches for Adam's hand, clutching his fingers tightly around the other boy's.]
I trust him.
[Adam could be lying, sure, but he knows how much Ronan hates lies. Ronan is aware of Adam's tendency toward brutal logic, and he's willing to admit that putting unwavering trust in him could result in being lied to- but more than anything, Ronan believes that Adam's ends are his ends and Adam's justification of the means is also his. He trusts in Adam to find the best solution in a way that's a hundred times more nuanced and thoughtful than Ronan's own violent means.
He doesn't want to think that Adam is lying, but even if he is, then Ronan trusts that it's for good enough reason- and so, trusts him regardless.]
Let me trust you, [he finally decides to say, the words thick on his tongue as he steps forward, shoulder to shoulder with Adam, never taking his eyes off of the double.] And don't fucking lie to me. What are you?