[Though Adam works in the orchard regularly, he doesn't often dig holes like this. His arms and shoulders feel loose, worn out, and he knows they'll probably ache tomorrow. He welcomes that, the feeling of hard work and of - penance, maybe. He doesn't really want to think of it that way, but he does. This isn't quite murder, but he should pay for it in some way.
He lets Ronan move the body, though the sight of it is difficult to watch, and the bloody traces left on Ronan's arms make his stomach tighten. Not because it's blood, but because it's almost his blood, or at least he's afraid Ronan will think of it that way.]
Yeah.
[He wonders if they should say something. But that's ridiculous, and Adam wouldn't know what to say anyway. He picks up the shovel again, but hesitates.]
Do you want to do it?
[He'll do it himself if Ronan can't stand the thought of it, he has no problem with that. But he thinks this is a chance for - he's not sure. Closure, maybe? A way to step away from this, to put it behind them? He wants to give Ronan that chance, anyway, though part of him is afraid that it might only leave even more of an impression on him.]
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He lets Ronan move the body, though the sight of it is difficult to watch, and the bloody traces left on Ronan's arms make his stomach tighten. Not because it's blood, but because it's almost his blood, or at least he's afraid Ronan will think of it that way.]
Yeah.
[He wonders if they should say something. But that's ridiculous, and Adam wouldn't know what to say anyway. He picks up the shovel again, but hesitates.]
Do you want to do it?
[He'll do it himself if Ronan can't stand the thought of it, he has no problem with that. But he thinks this is a chance for - he's not sure. Closure, maybe? A way to step away from this, to put it behind them? He wants to give Ronan that chance, anyway, though part of him is afraid that it might only leave even more of an impression on him.]