[That's hardly an answer. Ronan doesn't take his eyes off Adam's, searching him for the truth. He can't help thinking this would be easier if their magic wasn't gone.]
You can talk to me.
[He realizes how it must seem, how he must look so fucking broken. Dreamless, hollow-eyed, hungry, tearful. Once upon a time, he was strong enough to be the one protecting Adam. Now Adam touches him as if handling glass.]
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You can talk to me.
[He realizes how it must seem, how he must look so fucking broken. Dreamless, hollow-eyed, hungry, tearful. Once upon a time, he was strong enough to be the one protecting Adam. Now Adam touches him as if handling glass.]
It's better if I don't have to wonder.