There was a huge benefit to climbing up the ladder behind Adam. Ronan was afforded a fantastic view of the other man's ass the entire way up; it was the most he was ever going to get, he figured, as it seemed like his heart was stuck on Adam. There would be no one else. He was already planning on adopting twelve cats as comfort in his old age (one, of course, his favorite, would be named Adam Purrish).

Ronan eased over the top of the ladder, deftly landing on the flats of his feet despite also being quite tired. His concern for Adam and his wellbeing superseded his own pains. Glancing over to Adam's little bed, he frowned. It was fine, he guessed, but Adam was exhausted.

"C'mon," he said, wrapping his arms around Adam's waist gently to lead him to the master bed. If he had known Adam would worry so much... he wouldn't have gone out. Or he would have asked Adam to come with. To have someone worry so much—Ronan didn't know what to do with that.

Grunting, he tossed Adam onto the bed. "No complaints. You can't do your job if you're exhausted, right?"