On the contrary, Ronan was incredibly happy to see Adam step forward. Blue eyes sparkling in the shadows of the crypt, he watched, chest aching with memories. Even if his father hadn't always approved of his friendship with Adam... he had never denied it, and had even gone out of his way to set tutors and the like straight when they were surprised at Ronan's peer.

"Thank you," he said softly, stepping beside Adam and heading upstairs. Even if it was Adam's job. Even if Adam hated him. Ronan was still grateful for him, to him. He would never sleep with anyone else because he loved Adam. Sure, he had entertained Kavinsky, but in the end he knew it wasn't going to be them. Which Kavinsky had not taken well. Understandably, Ronan guessed, considering that the other man had gotten pretty intense.

Ronan was haunted by ghosts. Ghosts of dead fathers, ghosts of the boy he'd loved in his childhood.

Once back in the chapel he looked around again. "Can you get some of the maids to straighten this place up?" he asked, frowning at the layers of dust and muck that had built over the years. "I don't want it like this. It's sad."