“You’ve been in my head,” Ronan says. “You have been with me in enough of my dreams to know the monstrosity lurking there. Why do you not understand the fear I feel? Would you not feel the same way in my place?”
Adam shrugs. “If I were in your place, probably yes. But I’m not, so I can only tell you what I think from where I’m standing.”
“I thought I’d be better at this by now,” Ronan murmurs. He digs the heels of his hands into his eyes until they hurt. He keeps digging, hoping it would wring out all the sleep and the dreams, hoping every creature that wanted to leap out with ill intent seeped out of his eyes and nose like his nightwash. “I want to be better at this.”
Or
Ronan and Adam deal with Ronan’s dreaming tendencies throughout the years.





