Ronan snorted, "Shit, it's like he's really here. Giving me goosebumps." And then he laughed, shaking his head and lifting his chin to give Adam the room to fix his clothes. If it were Ronan's choice, he'd go out in much simpler clothes. Which, if Declan got wind, he'd have a fit. Some things weren't worth fighting his brother over.

"Oh," he said, as he studied Adam, "I forgot. I have something for you." Something he'd meant to give Adam as an outright gift, rather than the things he'd be sneaking into the other man's routine.

Stepping over to his trunk, he kneeled and unlocked it so he could do some digging. Standing once he finally had what he was looking for, he walked back over to Adam to shove the bundle into his arms.

It was a coat. Brown and ankle length with handsome dark brown buttons, with a collar that sat flat but could be raised to cover the neck. Nothing fancy yet certainly not shabby, tailored to fit sleek against the body and flare at the bottom.

"I wore it a few times. Doesn't fit me as good as I thought it would," he shrugged. "If you like it, it's yours."