"Now you're just being a smartass," he accused, reaching up a cold hand to slip into Adam's.

Standing wasn't easy. He wobbled, had to take a minute to find his footing before he was able to keep upright. Ronan wasn't prone to illness, thankfully, outside of the hangover, so he wasn't too concerned.

"I want to say goodbye to dad first," he finally said, tone much more somber. "Last night was the anniversary of his death, you know. I don't think Declan gives a shit. Maybe he mourned in his own way. I dunno." It was hard to judge how Declan dealt with their father's murder. The elder Lynch brother had thrown himself into the family business; maybe that was his answer.

Reaching out, he pressed his palm against the tombstone. "It's been ...something, pops." Then he looked back at Adam and nodded, ready to go.