#arranbyrn

me: *has too much work to do*

me:

Ronan leaned into him. He kept his arms crossed in front of his chest, but let his head rest on Adam’s shoulder. Eventually he let his hands fall down to the tops of Adam’s legs. Adam moved his hands to hover above the small of Ronan’s back. Eventually he had to lean forward, to brace himself against Ronan so he wouldn’t topple over. Ronan clutched Adam’s sides in response. It was the most uncomfortable, stilted, slow-motion way to hug Adam had ever experienced, though in truth Adam had not really experienced many hugs in his life at all, so he really wasn’t a good authority on the subject. Furthermore, he really wished he would have had the foresight to do this before Ronan had taken his shirt off.

I didn't care that you weren't real because you made me feel good and I wanted you around. But if you were real, that meant none of that was true anymore. And that terrified me. And pissed me off. And broke my heart. It felt like I'd lost you all over again.

Hey.

Adam's insides froze.

Adam? I know you're there. You might as well say something.