The tension is suffocating, each of them staring at Adam and Adam refusing to look any of them in the eye. Even Ronan. Maybe especially Ronan.
When Adam turns to head out of the kitchen, Ronan doesn't reach for him. He stares at the words like he might be able to wash them away, erase them from Adam's skin, dissolve them from the very root. His heart is hammering under his chest, the nails of his right hand cutting into the meat of his palm.
"Noah, turn around," Ronan says, once Adam's left. His voice is quiet, utterly calm, and his gaze is locked on Noah.
He knows what he saw, however briefly. And Adam shouldn't be the only one who has to go through this.
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Date: 2016-05-24 01:19 am (UTC)When Adam turns to head out of the kitchen, Ronan doesn't reach for him. He stares at the words like he might be able to wash them away, erase them from Adam's skin, dissolve them from the very root. His heart is hammering under his chest, the nails of his right hand cutting into the meat of his palm.
"Noah, turn around," Ronan says, once Adam's left. His voice is quiet, utterly calm, and his gaze is locked on Noah.
He knows what he saw, however briefly. And Adam shouldn't be the only one who has to go through this.