It had been a long time since he heard Adam so angry. Even in the crypt he hadn't gotten mad like Ronan had wanted. So that fire still lived. Ronan was glad to see it, even if it was coming at him after a kiss.

"You don't have to do anything," Ronan said as he also stood, choosing not to refute anything else, or give his reasons. They were poor in the face of Adam's well-being. So he squared his jaw and continued looking steady at Adam, eyes glassy from emotions hitting him. "You're right. And you should hate me for all of that. I fucked up. I wasn't thinking about—about anything."

Just hoping he'd die, somehow. But he couldn't admit that.

"I'm not going to ask anything of you. Fuck, I know I don't deserve to." Which was why the kiss returned was so confusing. "Tell me how I can ... not make it right, but fuck, I just want you to be happy, Adam. That's it. If there's any way I can do that, I will."