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[somniphoria]

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[dreamkillers]

i mean i can go again if you're really feeling it

[somniphoria]

got someone for that

[dreamkillers]

yeah good for you princess

[somniphoria]

thanks

[dreamkillers]

anyway bye bitch i've got daddy dick to take care of
kiss parrish for me

[somniphoria]

[ eugh. ]

don't tell me what to do

[ but he will kiss adam, because adam is there and kissable.

and will actually tell him whatever happened. ]

[scrlies]

( he'd better kiss adam, because it's three something am and he's rolling over onto ronan to. squint down at him, one hand curling into a fist and pressing the side of it against his shoulder. )

What?

( he hears you thinking. )

[somniphoria]

Kavinsky sent me a glamor shot of your handiwork.

[scrlies]

His hands?

( because he. can't remember anything else that would have been his handiwork. )

[somniphoria]

Mmhm.

[ lazily wrapping an arm around his decidedly better at sleeping boyfriend. ]

[scrlies]

He smashed a glass, because I pissed him off.

( oh good, cuddling. just give him a second to--slide up a bit, and adam tucks his face down against ronan's neck. )

[somniphoria]

Dying didn't change him much.

[ smh kavinsky.

he walks his fingers along the plain of adam's back. ]

[scrlies]

Did you think it would?

( he touched kavinsky. he knows how shit he feels on the inside, below all that surface level bullcrap. adam was never involved with him, not like ronan, but he still can't say literally any of it was a surprise. kavinsky was a seventeen year old disaster; an addict, an asshole, the guy people went to when they wanted something and adam can't imagine it was ever kavinsky himself that they were after. )

[somniphoria]

No.

[ how could it? he died at his lowest moment. second chances don't just happen. you don't wake up and shrug off all your damage and become a new man. it lingers, like scabs slowly turning into scars. every wrong move tears you open anew. ]

[scrlies]

I told him when you eventually offer him a space on the couch, he can take it as long as he doesn't bring anything back with him.

( fist uncurling so he can lay his hand down against ronan's shoulder, gentle pressure. )

We'll work out the rest.

[somniphoria]

Why would I do that?

[ don't call him out, adam. ]

[scrlies]

Because you care.

( it's fine. no one else can hear him call out ronan. )

Because you watched him die before, didn't you? And he's like you. You don't want to leave him here on his own because you know he'll just end up getting himself into shit he shouldn't be in. And you also know you can't stop him, because he'll do whatever he wants regardless. But at least you can try and offer him somewhere he can come to when it all comes crashing down around him again.

( fingers moving from ronan's shoulder down to his chest, over his heart. taps twice against him as adam shifts up to press a kiss against his chin. )

Am I close?

[somniphoria]

[ ronan lynch isn't a liar. and so he can't deny when adam presents him with the truth. ]

He's still fucking dangerous, Adam. I haven't forgotten the shit he pulled.

[ but he's also not wrong. ]

[scrlies]

He can't dream, here. He's dangerous, but his strongest weapon is about as strong as the next most dangerous thing.

( you know, the idiots and assholes. )

We'll keep an eye on him.

[somniphoria]

[ yeah, alright. ]

You sure?

[scrlies]

What else are we going to do, leave him alone?

( honestly that's probably preferable but. )

[somniphoria]

[ tilting his head to press a kiss to the side of adam's head. ]

It's gonna be a bitch to get him clean.

[scrlies]

Should we lock him in the bathroom?

( how else. . are they going to get him clean, honestly. )

[somniphoria]

Tie him to a chair and let him sweat it out in the kitchen.

[scrlies]

You get him down, I'll get the rope?

( not entirely where he saw his life going but. there are worse places. )