Adam kept a hand on Ronan's side, making sure that he really was going to stay upright.

When Ronan nodded, Adam's eyes lingered on the tombstone. Niall Lynch had meant a lot to Adam, since he'd allowed--sometimes even encouraged--his friendship with Ronan and had provided him with the only comforts and privileges that Adam had ever known. And yet he still felt like an intruder here. He was only a servant. His grief and loss didn't matter.

Letting go of Ronan, Adam stepped forward, placing his palm likewise against the stone and bending his head. "Thank you," he said, cheeks flushed as he turned away. Tense with embarrassment and fear that Ronan would be angry at him for the trespass, Adam headed for the entrance to the crypt.