[He nods. He's been thinking about it too, about moving, about finding someplace else. It isn't so urgent now that Gansey and Blue are gone, now that they all fit in the house, but - it feels strange to stay. Good things have happened there (talking to Gansey about the strange magic of the place, Noah's glitter somehow ending up in the kitchen cabinets, Ronan pressing him back against the wall and kissing him for the first time, Ronan slipping into his room late at night, Ronan with his head in Adam's lap, saying he loves him) but there have been so many bad things, too. Things he doesn't want to remember every time he looks at the broken window.
And if Gansey and Blue come back, or if someone else they know comes, they'll need room anyway. It just makes sense to move. They haven't all really discussed it together, not since Gansey left, but Adam thinks they've all been packing on their own. He has, he knows Ronan has.]
There's a lot of shit in my room, too. I should make you pack that.
[After all, most of it is Ronan's. Even now, where things don't cost money, Adam is sparing with his belongings. He keeps enough clothing that he won't quickly run out, a few things he's scavenged from around the city, the stuff he brought with him, the things Ronan has given him. Not much else. Now that Ronan sleeps with him most nights, though, his room has filled with wondrous things.
It's incredible, really, but it's also sort of a mess. Adam makes some attempt to keep it relatively decent, but he's still an eighteen year old boy - sometimes he forgets to throw away that broken clock Ronan dreamed up, or the handfuls of dirt that somehow appeared, whether they came from shoes or another dream.
He doesn't want to get rid of a lot of it. He likes Ronan's things, likes the impossibility and wonder of them, likes the puzzles that some of them are - likes trying to figure out those puzzles. Secretly, he likes it best of all when he thinks they might have come from dreams of him, though he never asks. He likes the way they make Ronan's presence even realer, the way they make Adam's room sort of his as well.]
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And if Gansey and Blue come back, or if someone else they know comes, they'll need room anyway. It just makes sense to move. They haven't all really discussed it together, not since Gansey left, but Adam thinks they've all been packing on their own. He has, he knows Ronan has.]
There's a lot of shit in my room, too. I should make you pack that.
[After all, most of it is Ronan's. Even now, where things don't cost money, Adam is sparing with his belongings. He keeps enough clothing that he won't quickly run out, a few things he's scavenged from around the city, the stuff he brought with him, the things Ronan has given him. Not much else. Now that Ronan sleeps with him most nights, though, his room has filled with wondrous things.
It's incredible, really, but it's also sort of a mess. Adam makes some attempt to keep it relatively decent, but he's still an eighteen year old boy - sometimes he forgets to throw away that broken clock Ronan dreamed up, or the handfuls of dirt that somehow appeared, whether they came from shoes or another dream.
He doesn't want to get rid of a lot of it. He likes Ronan's things, likes the impossibility and wonder of them, likes the puzzles that some of them are - likes trying to figure out those puzzles. Secretly, he likes it best of all when he thinks they might have come from dreams of him, though he never asks. He likes the way they make Ronan's presence even realer, the way they make Adam's room sort of his as well.]
Maybe I can help you, though.