Ronan dropped onto the bed beside Adam, strapping his arm across the other man's waist so that he couldn't get up.

"You won't," he said, confident in the privacy of the loft. There was only one way in, and the doors of the barn were not quiet. Then one had to climb the entire ladder in order to even get a good look.

Even more than that, he was willing to protect Adam. If he had to take blame, had to fight, he would. It was the least he could do after leaving him; even if Ronan hadn't been thinking clearly when he left, the sting of guilt was strong.

"Close your eyes. Get some rest."