If I am Found
He’d spent so long being angry with Adam that the sight of his smile hit somewhere unpleasant. It was easier to be angry with the Adam that had stood in his bedroom and asked Ronan how he found out. This Adam, who stood on the driveway in a scarf Ronan gave him last Christmas, was harder to hate.
Adam broke things. Ronan tried to angrily hold onto the pieces. They're both still here anyway.
Featuring Declan as that sad racoon in your attic and Matthew as Comic Relief™
pynch | decladam | 5.8k | mutual pining | reconciliation | emotional hurt/comfort
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