Ronan melted into Adam's embrace, bowing his head and sliding his arms around the other man's waist. God. He missed Adam. The weight of how much he missed Adam finally hit him then, having his love pressed against him, clinging and trembling. Calling him a prick.

"I missed you too," he said, very quiet, holding tight. It still seemed impossible to him that Adam would want him, especially after he was so stupid. That he wouldn't want Ronan to leave again.

"... I don't know what you want from me. I thought you hated me after everything." And that, he had been afraid to truly ask, without jokes or sarcasm. Having Adam truly hate him, knowing for sure, might have killed him.

And even softer still, "I'm sorry." Apologies were a rare thing from Ronan, only said when he truly meant them.