︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 𝓒IARÁN．

this man didn't regret every single moment spent on caring for it. so, yeah, it took him by surprise to hear such declaration. he hasn't becoming attached to it, too, to hesitate. “I only said we have to leave, not—” his frown deepened. “—think twice, did you not?” 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦?

teeth gritted, hiccup swallowed, and he tried airing out his complaint again, “get—the fuck off—I can do it myself-!” ridiculous, it is. he should've known that there will be no needles that would follow to pierce through his veins as his paranoia is screaming at him.

Iker's protest didn't quite reach his ears. instead, head lifted in one quick motion and Ciarán sighed before shooting a slit-eyed half grin at the befuddled man. “well, you won't anymore the next time they come raiding during your sleep.” indifferent was the remark, dismissive.

“listen.” else turning the doubt fully displayed against him over would be impossible, for Ciarán had only knew such heartless, hurtful way of persuasion. the sole accesible method he could learn. he broke the contact, at last. “you just have to listen to me. we have no time.”