"Ronan," Adam snapped, irritated. Ronan had just demanded that he let loose his temper, fine. He would. "I want you warm, I want you safe, I want you well-fed and well-rested. I'm not here because Declan sent me. I'm here, right here, because you didn't tell me where you were going, you didn't come back all night, and you left me sick and sleepless with worry that you were dead in an alley somewhere. Or, more likely, warm and sated in somebody's bed. But I didn't fucking know. What I'm thinking is that you're a selfish asshole and that if you die, I'll be alone forever. I'll be here forever. Because you left me. Again. Permanently."

Upset and shaking, Adam turned his back and hugged himself. He bit down hard on his lower lip, knowing that he shouldn't have said any of it, knowing that he hadn't said half of what Ronan had asked for.