Adam sighed, because he was worried, but he didn't want to upset Ronan. He just wanted to make sure Ronan was safe and warm. "It doesn't matter. Come on, I'll help get you back to the Barns."

Getting a shoulder under Ronan's, Adam tried to help Ronan to his feet, hoping desperately that he would cooperate.

Hungover and nearly freezing himself to death in a crypt. Adam wanted to yell at him, but he no longer had that luxury. As long as he could protect and care for Ronan, he'd be happy. He kept his face composed, trying his best to hide his worry and exhaustion. Only Ronan mattered. Adam's discomfort was immaterial. Everyone had always agreed on that. Everyone except, sometimes, Ronan. When he noticed.