[ names usually aren't things andyr holds on to well, until someone's made more of an impression on him. if only for how reverently ronan spoke of him, the name adam has stuck in andyr's head as something of a goal - a place to get his friend to, an imperative.
the wrist is forgotten for the next few seconds, as andyr's brow knits and he openly stares at the kid like there's something suspicious about him, possibly kind of creepy, because andyr's very bad at the whole tactful interaction thing. all he knows of details is that his name is adam, ronan loves him, and he's apparently brilliant, and even if the odds are insane, the Ingress does tend to bring people in as groups, familiar.
thinking it's the fastest, simplest way to make measure of it, andyr clearly enunciates two words, and waits for some kind of reaction to tell what happens next here: ]
'Ronan Lynch.' [ and if it completely goes over this guy's head and he just seems like a weirdo, well, nothing lost there. ]
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the wrist is forgotten for the next few seconds, as andyr's brow knits and he openly stares at the kid like there's something suspicious about him, possibly kind of creepy, because andyr's very bad at the whole tactful interaction thing. all he knows of details is that his name is adam, ronan loves him, and he's apparently brilliant, and even if the odds are insane, the Ingress does tend to bring people in as groups, familiar.
thinking it's the fastest, simplest way to make measure of it, andyr clearly enunciates two words, and waits for some kind of reaction to tell what happens next here: ]
'Ronan Lynch.' [ and if it completely goes over this guy's head and he just seems like a weirdo, well, nothing lost there. ]