Ronan hunkered down with his coffee and huge pile of pastries. Having skipped breakfast and gotten drunk the night before, he was starving, and sweets always helped with a hangover. Biting into one of the rolls with boyish glee, he watched Adam from across the table. Stared. Ronan had always been one for staring and uncomfortable amounts of eyecontact, usually when he wanted something, but there was nothing he wanted from Adam. He only wanted to look. Study. Remember.

Washing down the chocolate croissant with coffee, he leaned back in his chair.

"I like this better," he said, "than being at the estate." Finally looking away, he glanced out the window. "Simple. It feels good." Just having coffee at a bakery. He didn't have his brother's desire to manage a full household of people, to live in the heart of the city, or mingle among the upperclass.