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[There's no video, because it's too dark in the coffin to show anything anyway. Adam's voice is carefully steady, as if he's keeping himself under control through sheer power of will.]

I saw that Fear said our air supply will be refreshed. I don't know if that's true - I don't know if we can trust him - but I thought people ought to know anyway.

[Not that he necessarily believes anything any of the gods say, but - well. Who knows.]

Talking is a little less impersonal than text. It might help to hear a familiar voice, if any of your friends are buried. There also isn't much to do down here but panic, so if anyone wants to talk - I wouldn't mind.

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[Ronan continues loudly, ignoring Adam's threat to hang up on him so he can round out the chorus and then dives right back into the rest of the song, singing through the entire rest of it in the next few minutes.

He's a little breathless when he finishes, since he'd been digging and singing at the same time, which should grant Adam a moment or two of peace as he catches his breath.

Not too long, though.]

-man, that was good. I think my performance deserves an encore, what about you?

Do it again and I'll do something really awful to you when I get out of here.

[He really does hate that song. But - well. It's familiar, and so is Ronan, and the familiar annoyance if it is a million times better than the dark, claustrophobic loneliness of the coffin.]

I'm pretty sure that song is a war crime.

Is that a promise?

[But he's laughing anyway. It's an odd sort of laugh- pleased, a little dark, but hollow all the same. There's no forgetting what's going on around them, no matter how much Ronan might tease or try to take Adam's mind off of it. So the sound tapers off a little and Ronan grunts as he lifts a particularly difficult stone, returning to the task at hand.]

Why don't you sing a verse for me? I know you know all the words.

[It's not a real laugh, not exactly, but it's good to hear anyway. Ronan's still himself. It helps. Adam tries to stay light as well, tries to respond in the same manner. He closes his eyes - it's the same whether they're open o closed. Unrelenting darkness.]

You know, I did promise something awful, but I'm not sure you've done enough to deserve the punishment of having to listen to me sing. Especially not that song.

I'm sure you have a wonderful singing voice.

[He remarks back, adjusting his grip on the shovel and returning to his earlier movements. This is deathly serious, but Ronan is still early enough into the situation that he can try to joke with Adam a little in an attempt to take their minds off of everything that's happening.

He's still going to save him. That much is not up for debate. This is just a distraction, to try and stave off the inevitable panic.]

Like an Italian choir boy.

[He does feel the faint sting of annoyance - not because of what Ronan said, but because Ronan is giving him shit now, when he knows Adam isn't going to hang up on him, when he knows that hearing the sound of Ronan's voice is more important than any bullshit he might say.

But that's what it comes down to, isn't it? It's more important to keep Ronan talking than to get pissed at him. It's not the first time he's tossed insults Adam's way, and it won't be the last. It doesn't matter.]

If either of us is a choir boy, it's definitely not me.

[For what it's worth, Ronan's prodding and teasing is generally done with the idea that it's at least something of a distraction. Poking fun at Adam is just second nature at this point, and it's unfortunately an easy thing to fall back to.

So he snorts, affronted but secretly a little pleased that Adam is willing to give him shit right back. Because of course he is.]

Don't you bring my years of church attendance into this. Heathen.

[It's just how Adam is. He might try to placate people he's afraid of, people he doesn't know how to react to, but Ronan isn't one of those people. He won't let Ronan walk over him, he's never done that, even if he's sometimes willing to let Ronan push him around a little bit. Only when he wants to.]

I can see it now. Little Ronan Lynch, all curly haired and sweet, singing in the choir. I wonder if there are pictures?

I don't think anyone has ever called me sweet.

[It's a very offensive implication and just about the furthest thing from Ronan Lynch that any description could hope to be. He sighs deeply and continues to dig.]

Be that way. See if I serenade you anymore.

At least I get to be the first at something.

[He's keeping his voice light more or less with pure willpower. At least it's taking his mind off where he is, what might happened.]

And if that means I'm safe from the murder squash song, I owe God a thank you.

I didn't say I wouldn't sing it anymore, just that I wouldn't sing it to you.

[Is his response, once he realizes that he's almost been tricked into giving Adam what he wants. That can't happen, obviously.]

I might accidentally leave the audio on, is all.

[Adam groans, exaggerating it just a little for effect. He really doesn't need to exaggerate much.]

If you're going to sing, at least make it something that won't make my ears bleed. Otherwise I might accidentally shut my phone off.

Well, that's no fun.

[And with the type of music Ronan usually listens to, it pretty much narrows his entire repertoire down to christmas carols and irish ballads, and he's not certain that the latter actually counts.]

What about something else, then? [A pause, then he asks the actual question-] How're you holding up?

I'm okay.

[Which really only means that while he's talking to Ronan it's easier to swallow down his fear and panic, easier to keep from clawing at the ceiling of the coffin. But he knows he can't do this forever, knows he's actively slowing Ronan down.]

I should let you work, though.

Good. You're gonna keep being okay.

[There's not another option- not to Ronan. He can only imagine what it must be like for Adam down there, but he knows that Adam is strong, stronger than he gives himself credit for. Adam will survive this and Ronan will save him. That's all there is.

The conversation is making him slow down though, just to reposition the phone, make sure he's coming through, listen for Adam's voice. He hates to hang up, but if he can move faster, then he can find Adam faster. That's the most important part of all of this.]

You'll message me again if things get bad?

Yeah, of course. As long as you promise not to sing that song.

[He manages to grasp onto some humor, just barely, a tiny bit of lightheartedness. He wants to give that to Ronan so that Ronan believes he really will be okay, that he can do what needs to be done without worrying about Adam's psyche the whole time.

The thought of Ronan worrying about something like that at all is incredible, but Adam knows it's true. It's clear enough just from how Ronan is speaking to him.]

I'll see you soon.

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