Adam nodded slightly, eating his cinnamon roll with slow, reverent bites in between sips of coffee. The pastry melted on his tongue, the woody spice of cinnamon and the fragrant sweetness of honey. He closed his eyes briefly in bliss. "It's nice. It's easier to pretend that... things haven't changed. I would have liked to stay ten forever."

Licking his fingers clean, Adam kept his eyes on his plate, not daring to study Ronan in return, much though he wanted to. "You're right, your brother does have half the house out spying for him. I never noticed before. He never had any reason to spy on me."