Ronan thrilled in Adam reaching to kiss him. It was every dream he'd ever had. Every want. Having Adam and Adam wanting him back. It made him forget about weird old Greenmantle altogether; he kissed back, tilting his head and closing his eyes, feeling warmed in a way he hadn't felt in so long. Love. An incredible thing. Reaching up, he smoothed some of Adam's hair back, giving his partner a toothy grin once their kiss reached its end.

"I'll tell him to fuck off. Just for you." Breaking away, Ronan hopped over the ledge and slid down the ladder, making his way to the doors of the barn and peeking his head out to see if the box had been delivered. It had.

It was more of a trunk, really, and Ronan dragged it inside.

"It's probably mostly junk," he grunted, kicking it open, "because Declan would never give up anything worthwhile. Asshole."

Inside were a mix of things. A few rings Niall Lynch had favored, some old notes, odds and ends that had delighted the man. Some preserved roses that he had given Ronan's mother on their first meeting. An old jacket that he had loved.

Ronan tugged out something that caught his eye. A rosary, with red beads. His father's. He frowned and pressed the beads to his lips, closing his eyes.

"... Thought they buried him in these. Guess Declan fucked that up too."