"Yeah," he said into Adam's shoulder, hugging tightly still. "Yeah."

He deserved Adam's ire. But Adam also—loved him? Or had. It was a strangely euphoric mix. Not knowing what else to say and not sure if Adam was finished cursing him out, he stayed quiet after that, hanging onto his old friend tightly. Now that he had all the context, the idea of moving into the country estate with Adam was perfect. They could live a quiet life. Have a skeleton staff, just to keep up the grounds. Stay away from the city and live in peace.

It was what Ronan wanted. To be with Adam. It was where he belonged, even though he was stupid and took too long to realize.