[He snaps back, a little heated. It's not that Ronan is mad at Adam, but the situation is fucked up and the visual of Adam, just a few feet from him with holes torn into his chest, leaking blood down into the ground- it's too close for comfort. It's too similar to what he's dreamed about, what he's terrified of.
It's going to make him a little prickly. Ronan isn't very good at being vulnerable, even if he's been getting better at it, and he knows that he trusts Adam, and he knows that Adam wouldn't lie to him, and he knows that Adam made a decision, but he still blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.]
You can't pull people out of thin air. You don't dream that- that-
[He takes a deep, hitching breath, running the palm of his hand over his closely shaven head as her jerks his chin to look back at it, his stomach turning.]
It's fucked. This whole thing is just- fuck! [He shakes his head, needing to look away, but he can't quite bring himself to. It feels disrespectful, almost, even though there's nothing to disrespect, even though the thing was evil and cruel and not Adam, it has his face.] I buried horrors and I buried myself in that church and we buried Gansey and I dug seventeen graves to find you last year and I'm gonna- I'll do this.
[He's determined, even if he's starting to sound hysterical, with his rushed voice and his fingers clutched tight into fists.]
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[He snaps back, a little heated. It's not that Ronan is mad at Adam, but the situation is fucked up and the visual of Adam, just a few feet from him with holes torn into his chest, leaking blood down into the ground- it's too close for comfort. It's too similar to what he's dreamed about, what he's terrified of.
It's going to make him a little prickly. Ronan isn't very good at being vulnerable, even if he's been getting better at it, and he knows that he trusts Adam, and he knows that Adam wouldn't lie to him, and he knows that Adam made a decision, but he still blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.]
You can't pull people out of thin air. You don't dream that- that-
[He takes a deep, hitching breath, running the palm of his hand over his closely shaven head as her jerks his chin to look back at it, his stomach turning.]
It's fucked. This whole thing is just- fuck! [He shakes his head, needing to look away, but he can't quite bring himself to. It feels disrespectful, almost, even though there's nothing to disrespect, even though the thing was evil and cruel and not Adam, it has his face.] I buried horrors and I buried myself in that church and we buried Gansey and I dug seventeen graves to find you last year and I'm gonna- I'll do this.
[He's determined, even if he's starting to sound hysterical, with his rushed voice and his fingers clutched tight into fists.]
I'll keep doing this.