There was a lot that Ronan could say. Like... how, in this moment, it felt like his heart was beating solely for Adam. How he had always cared for him. That he hated what happened. That he fucked up.

But his throat felt raw. Ronan had never been very good at expressing himself in ways that weren't gnashed teeth and reddened eyes, bloodied knuckles and molten smiles.

So he chewed on another pastry and moodily looked out the window. Adam would move on. Adam would find his own happiness. Away from Declan, his parents, and Ronan fucking Lynch.

"You don't sound excited about getting away from my brother."