While Adam was in the other room, Ronan stepped a bit closer to where he'd set his own bed up. It was ... shabby, in comparison to what he had given Ronan. Not that Ronan cared about anything looking shabby. It was very Adam. He'd always been an abstemious kid.

Quietly, Ronan went to his bags. There were things he'd brought back for Adam, but now that he saw what Adam was like, he didn't think he'd outright accept his gifts. So he would have to slip them into Adam's life quietly, one thing at a time. The first was a rich hand cream. He remembered that Adam had sensitive, dry hands. Now, he was especially happy he'd picked this up, seeing how poorly Adam had been cared for.

He slipped the bottle underneath Adam's covers. He'd find it there.

Then he stripped himself of his shirt, leaving it folded on the bed. Normally he'd have just tossed it anywhere, but if Adam stayed with him, he'd probably try and clean up after him. Better to not make any extra work for his old friend.

Stepping into the doorway, he leaned against the frame, bare-chested and arms crossed. Only his pants were left on, hanging low on his hips, showing off the scant hair below his navel.

"What's that? Smells good."