"Why do you keep thinking," Adam asked, stepping into his arms and hugging his arms around Ronan's neck, "that the way to make up for leaving me is to leave again, permanently?"

He pressed close, relishing the warmth of Ronan's body, the scent of his skin at the side of his neck.

"I miss your hair," he said, and then realized that was a stupid thing to say. "I missed you. You stupid prick."

Clinging tight to Ronan, Adam trembled slightly, trying to contain it at first and then just letting himself cling.