Ronan smiled. It was a tired smile, yet genuine, a slight upturn of his thin lips.

"You finally got mad at me," he said, leaning back against a headstone and looking up at the other man. "You're right. I am selfish. And an asshole." He thought about the rest of what Adam said. "But I won't really die. Not while you still need me." Once Adam Parrish moved on... then he'd probably just waste away. Drink himself into an early grave—hah. With about as much finesse as he'd attempted last night.

Then, he wrinkled his nose, the rest of what Adam said catching up. "Wait, what? Fuck no. It'd be more likely that I'd be beaten up in a alleyway than someone's bed. That won't ever happen. Not when..."

He frowned once more, finally looking away from Adam's back. "Anyway. That all you wanna say? Get it out."