[For better or (usually) worse, Ronan doesn't consider what harm might come to him. His attention is fully focused on Adam's well-being, for the moment, and what he might be able to do about it. He picks himself up, too, and then his hands are back on Adam, one arm draped across his back supportively while the other hand caresses Adam's cheek.
He could never find Adam unworthy. Adam is his most beloved everything.]
You're okay. Let that brain of yours stop working for a while.
[Adam's worries are practically audible. With unhurried steps, Ronan leads him further from where the others are gathered, down the maze of a hall to the more neglected, uninteresting corridor. One of the doors hangs ajar, and Ronan nudges it further open with his foot. The room is dim and empty inside.]
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He could never find Adam unworthy. Adam is his most beloved everything.]
You're okay. Let that brain of yours stop working for a while.
[Adam's worries are practically audible. With unhurried steps, Ronan leads him further from where the others are gathered, down the maze of a hall to the more neglected, uninteresting corridor. One of the doors hangs ajar, and Ronan nudges it further open with his foot. The room is dim and empty inside.]