[ Ronan, carefully, bites his lower lip, as he brushes a thumb over the trimmer. He realizes, when thinking about it, that it's just hair. That to most people, it's no symbol, it holds nothing of importance but something helping self-worth, just an aesthetic thing.
But for Ronan, it's like history. It's like letting go of some of the grief. It's like sanding away at his edges, smoothing them out until he's rounded up, able to be filled out, a whole human again.
He doesn't know if he's ready, and when he looks up at Adam, he doesn't feel like he is. ]
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But for Ronan, it's like history. It's like letting go of some of the grief. It's like sanding away at his edges, smoothing them out until he's rounded up, able to be filled out, a whole human again.
He doesn't know if he's ready, and when he looks up at Adam, he doesn't feel like he is. ]
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