"Tell him to fuck off," Adam suggested. He got to his feet with a sigh, starting to tidy up the dishes. "That sounds good. Let's go through your dad's stuff first, we may want to pack some of it."

Restless and spooked for no reason he could put his finger on, Adam set down the plates and reached out for Ronan, hooking an arm around his waist and pulling him in close. He tilted his head up, taking a kiss to help reassure and calm himself.